The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suffocating veil that turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick, black mirrors reflecting the bruised sky above. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of this wet silence, his hands shaking not from the cold but from the residual heat of his own fury, the jagged remains of his ceremonial shield clutched against his...

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