The Faded Masquerade

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The storm did not arrive with the grace of a herald, but with the brutality of a siege. It was a howling, gray thing that tore at the stone walls of the High Court, a cacophony of wind and rain that seemed to possess a malevolent intelligence. Inside the great hall, where the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment, Commander Elias Thorne stood before the throne. He was a...

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