The Faded Masquerade

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The sky bled. Not red, but a bruised, swollen violet that swallowed the sun before noon. Rain fell like shards of glass. It hissed on the cobblestones of Blackwater. A city of stone and shadow. Ancient. Dying. Silas Vane stood in the square. His armor was dented. Rust ate the steel. It had eaten his soul, too. He was the Warden of the Gate. The last man standing. His wife, Elara, was gone. Or...

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