The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had been falling on the ironworks for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, mirroring skin, and you stood at the center of it all, your hand resting on the cold, pitted barrel of your service revolver, feeling the weight of the iron not just in your palm but in the marrow of your bones, a heavy, ancestral burden that seemed to...

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