The Faded Masquerade

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The fever broke not with a sweat, but with a scream that tore from Elias Thorne’s throat as he woke in the mud of the border road, his left hand fused into the earth by a pulsing, bioluminescent vine that had threaded itself through his veins like a parasite. The air in the mist-choked lowlands hummed with a low, predatory static, a sound that vibrated in his teeth, and the vine pulsed in time...

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