The Faded Masquerade

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I left the gate at dawn. The air was cold. The mask was in my hand. It was white. It was faded at the mouth. A silver clasp held it shut. My brother had worn it. Now it was mine. I thought it was mine. I was a sergeant of the Grey Ward. I had kept the road. I had kept the dead from the living. Now I was leaving. My name was Edmund. The Warden stood on the wall. His name was Corwin. His coat was...

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