The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and sharp, turning the earth into a slurry of mud and bone. Sir Thomas Vance walked. His armor was dented, the steel dark with rust and dried blood. He had not eaten in two days. The village was ahead, a cluster of stone huts clinging to the hillside like barnacles on a ship’s hull. It was the last outpost before the border. The King’s decree was clear. The border...

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