The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 21:48:36 -

The leather of the satchel was cracked, dry as old skin, and it bit into your palm with every step. You adjusted the strap, feeling the cold seep through the wool of your coat, and looked back one last time at the iron gates of the city. Behind you, the smoke from the foundries hung low and yellow, choking the sky. Ahead of you, the road stretched into a white blur, the first snow of the season...

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