The Faded Masquerade

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The hall smelled of wax and old blood. Torin stood at the edge of the table. His sword was sheathed. His hand rested on the pommel. The wood was cold. He did not move. The King sat in the center. He was fat. He wore gold. The gold was bright. It hurt the eyes. The King spoke. He did not look at Torin. He looked at the fire. The fire was high. It ate the shadows. "You are a beast," the King...

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