The Faded Masquerade

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The chisel in your hand is cold, biting into the knuckles of your left palm as you scrape the last of the moss from the iron gate’s hinge, the metal shrieking a high, thin note against the stone that cuts through the silence of the highlands. You are Elara, thirty-two, and the only thing keeping your hands steady is the memory of the silver chalice, the specific weight of it in your mind, the...

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