The Faded Masquerade

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The road into the Highlands was not a path but a wound in the earth, a jagged scar of mud and shale that wept with the relentless, cold rain of November, and Thomas Ashworth, a man whose hands had built empires of timber and whose spine had once been as straight as a mast, felt every inch of the dampness seep into his bones, a physical manifestation of the rot that had long since claimed the...

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