The Faded Masquerade
The snow does not fall here; it hangs, suspended in a silence so heavy it presses against the eardrums. You are Elias Thorne, a scholar of dead tongues, and you are walking the Gray Path. The road is a ribbon of ash cutting through the white expanse, and it is the only way to the Monastery of St. Jude. You need to reach it before the winter solstice. Your sister, Mara, is trapped in a coma...
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