The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the valley town into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, brooding sky. I walked with my head down, the leather of my cloak heavy with water, the weight of the iron mace at my hip a familiar, cold comfort against my thigh. We were on the road to the High Keep, a journey that had once meant...

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