The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 17:36:42 -

The stone walls of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not breathe, yet they seemed to hold their breath in the dead of night. I stood alone in the great hall, the floor cold against the soles of my boots, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and old iron. Above me, the vaulted ceiling was a tapestry of fractured glass, once a perfect dome of blue, now a mosaic of shards that caught the...

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