The Faded Masquerade

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The rain that morning tasted of iron and old ash, a metallic tang that coated my tongue as I stood before the Iron Gate, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the slow, grinding betrayal of my own joints. I am Elias Thorne, warden of the city’s threshold for twenty years, and I have spent the last decade watching the decay of my body mirror the rot of the streets I was sworn to protect....

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