The Faded Masquerade

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The snow fell on the border with the weight of judgment. It did not drift. It struck. I stood in the white void, my breath a ragged cloud before my face, the cold biting through my wool greatcoat to the bone. I was a man of the law, a Ranger of the Northern Line, tasked with the maintenance of order in a wilderness that seemed determined to erase it. My name is Elias Thorne. I carried a rifle...

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