The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, grey veil that smothered the highlands and turned the ancient stone of the keep into a slick, breathing thing of moss and damp, until the very air felt thick with the weight of unseen things pressing against the windows. I stood by the fire, the heat a distant, indifferent comfort, while the old Captain, whose name had been lost to the mists...

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