The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of Millhaven and the bones of those who walked them. Elara Vance felt the wetness in her marrow before she saw the sky darken. She was running, not from the water, but from the whispering that had grown too loud to ignore. Her left hand, the one that had always been her anchor, her map, her compass, was...

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