The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-23 04:49:58 -

The mud sucks at your boots with a wet, tearing sound as you climb the ridge toward the winter assembly. You are Elias, a scribe of no rank, and your hands tremble so violently that the parchment in your pocket feels like it is burning against your thigh. The wind is a physical thing, a gray wall that pushes against your chest, stripping the warmth from your fingers and leaving your skin raw...

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