The Faded Masquerade

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The dream came again with the scent of burnt sugar and the weight of a crown that did not fit, and Sir Aldric woke with the taste of ash in his mouth, the damp chill of the stone floor seeping into his joints as he stared at the ceiling of his modest keep in the borderlands of 1348. He was forty years old, a man carved from the same hard wood as his sword, his body a map of the twenty years he...

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