The Faded Masquerade

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The fever broke at dawn, leaving Mara’s skin cool and damp as river stone. Elias stood in the doorway of their tent, the morning light cutting through the fog to reveal the rotting thing in his hand. It was a mask, pale and flaking, shaped like a human face but with no eyes, only hollow pits where light could not reach. It had whispered his name in the dark, a sound like dry leaves skittering...

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