The Faded Masquerade

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The silver cup in Sir Kaelen’s hands was cold, the metal biting into his palms with a dull, persistent ache that served as a good anchor against the swirling noise of the banquet hall. He held it up, not to drink, but to watch the candlelight fracture across the rim, a small, contained chaos that mirrored the state of his mind. The hall of Aethelgard was a cavern of sound, the clatter of silver...

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