The Faded Masquerade

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The feast hall smelled of roasting boar and wet wool. Candles flickered against the stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like ghosts across the flagstones. Sir Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the long table. He wore his armor, though the battle had been over three days prior. The steel was cold against his skin. It felt like a second skeleton. The King laughed. The sound...

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