The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a fine, gray mist that settled into the wool of Sir Julian Thorne’s cloak and seeped into the bones of his horse, a weary destrier named Oath. Julian rode with his head bowed, the heavy plate of his helm removed and tucked into the saddlebags, leaving his scarred face exposed to the biting chill of the highland moors. He was a man who had spent...

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