The Faded Masquerade

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The river did not flow so much as it persisted, a thick, silent vein of black water cutting through the moss-draped roots of the ancient oak forest that had long since swallowed the stone watchtowers of the old garrison, leaving only fragments of rusted iron and shattered slate to mark the place where men had once stood guard against a war that no longer had a name. Seren Alder stood alone on...

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