The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on the heather like a curse. It was a cold, grey drizzle that turned the moor into a bog of black mud and rot. Elara walked. Her boots were heavy. They were leather, worn thin at the heels. They belonged to her father. He had died in the winter. The village said he was a thief. They said he stole the silver chalice from the church. They said he took it to pay for his son’s debt....

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