The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the mud from the cobblestones of Oakhaven. Elias stood at the edge of the market square, his hand tight around the hilt of a sword that felt more like a burden than a weapon. He was a stranger here, an exile from the highlands, carrying the weight of a kingdom he no longer served. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. It was a smell that...

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