The Faded Masquerade

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The fire in the watchtower’s hearth crackled with a dry, skeletal sound, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. Caelen sat on a overturned crate, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his knee, watching the smoke curl toward the thatched roof. He was seventeen, sharp-featured and hungry for more than the stale bread and thin ale the Guild provided, driven by a...

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