The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in the valley did not wash the blood from the cobblestones; it only thinned it, turning the red into a slick, rust-colored sheen that made the streets of Harrowgate treacherous. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the square, his sword arm trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, grinding exhaustion of a man who had been holding up the sky for too long. He was the High Warden, a...

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