The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 02:38:02 -

The bread we baked in the cellar of the old watchtower was dense, dark as soil, and tasted of the iron-rich water that seeped through the cracked flagstones into our wooden troughs, a sustenance that sustained us not through the grace of gods or the bounty of the land, but through the sheer, grinding refusal to starve in a city that had forgotten the names of its own dead. I was the keeper of...

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