The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 12:56:30 -

The dream is not of sleep, but of a road that stretches endlessly into the grey mist of a dawn that refuses to break. You are walking, and your feet are heavy with the weight of centuries, though your body is young, clad in the rough wool and leather of a man who has spent more time in the field than in the hall. The air tastes of damp earth and woodsmoke, a scent that is both familiar and...

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