The Faded Masquerade

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The snow in the Valley of Ashes does not melt. It accumulates, a white silence that swallows sound and time. You stand at the edge of the cliff, your armor rusted into a second skin, your sword hilt slick with your own cold sweat. Below, the fog churns like a living thing, thick and gray and hungry. You are the Warden. You have been the Warden for thirty years, or perhaps three days. Time here...

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