The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the courtyard. It was a hard rain. Cold. It soaked into the wool of Maren’s cloak. She stood by the iron gate. Her hands were balled into fists. The mud sucked at her boots. Inside, the hall was warm. The fire crackled. The smell of roasting meat hung in the air. She could hear the laughter. It was a low, rumbling sound. Like stones grinding together. Maren...

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