The Faded Masquerade

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He dreamed of the desert again, that night before the gates of the old city, a dream not of sand and sun but of the pale, dry riverbed winding between the hills, and in the dream he was walking it as he had walked it twenty years before, a young man with a soldier’s pack and a heart unburdened by knowledge, and the stones beneath his feet were smooth and white as the knuckles of a hand, and he...

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