The Faded Masquerade

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The boy! The shout came from the high window of the keep, a sharp crack of voice that cut through the damp morning air of the courtyard. I was scrubbing the mud from the Duke’s war horse, the lather thick and grey in my hands, when I looked up to see Lord Julian leaning over the stone railing. He did not look down at me. He looked through me, his eyes fixed on the distant ridge where the smoke...

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