The Faded Masquerade
The rain fell in sheets, a grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world. Elias moved through the mud, his boots heavy with the weight of the journey. He carried a leather satchel, worn smooth by years of hands and rain. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth, lay the jar. It was not large, no bigger than a man’s fist, but it held the sum of his devotion. The air smelled of wet stone and decay. It...
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