The Faded Masquerade

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The fog did not roll in so much as it seeped up from the black mud of the valley floor, a cold, damp breath that swallowed the world whole until only the gray, skeletal branches of the pines remained visible, standing like the ribs of some ancient, dead beast. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the watchtower, a square of timber and iron that smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool, his hand...

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