The Faded Masquerade
The rain had turned the mud of the valley into a grey slurry that sucked at the boots of the travelers, a thick, cloying paste that seemed to possess a will of its own, dragging the weary legs of the man named Elias down toward the earth with a slow, grinding insistence that felt less like walking and more like a slow descent into the earth’s own digestive tract. He carried a heavy leather...
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