The Faded Masquerade

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The rain smells of iron. You know this. You have always known this. It is the scent of the old world, the place where the stone remembers the blood of kings. You stand in the center of the round hall. The walls are slick. The torches sputter, casting long, jagged shadows that dance like hungry ghosts. You are not a king. You are not a lord. You are a guard. A shield. A wall of flesh and steel...

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