The Faded Masquerade
The road is wet. It has been wet for days. You walk. Your boots are heavy. Mud clings to your shoes. You are a scholar. You study old things. You study the decay of stone. You study the way light fades in old halls. You carry a book. It is leather-bound. It is worn. The spine is cracked. You do not look down. You look ahead. The fog is thick. It swallows the trees. It swallows the sky. You are...
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