The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 05:18:39 -

The rain stopped. Silence took the room. I am old. My knees ache. The air is cold. I stand alone. The tower is dark. Stone walls. High windows. I hold my sword. It is heavy. My hand shakes. Not from cold. From age. I was a knight once. Now I am a ghost. The mist drifts in. It wraps my legs. It looks like smoke. It looks like memory. I look down. The floor is wet. I think of Elara. Her name is a...

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