The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in Ashford was not merely water falling from the sky but a cold, grey judgment that seeped into the marrow of every stone and bone in the village, and you stood at the center of it, holding the shards of the mirror that had once reflected the face of King Aldric. Your hands, stained with the grease of the forge and the iron dust of your trade, trembled not from the chill but from the...

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