The Faded Masquerade

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You are bleeding from the nose, a hot and coppery trickle that stains the white of your apron, but you do not wipe it away. You are standing in the center of the great hall, surrounded by the clatter of falling debris and the shrieking of timber giving way to the storm outside. The air smells of wet stone, old sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. This is not a battle of swords or...

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