The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-23 09:00:37 -

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron, clinging to Elara’s cloak as she moved through the market square with the desperate, loping gait of a woman who knew she was being watched. She was thirty-two, a scribe who had wandered from the coast to this crumbling feudal town, and her hands, usually steady enough to...

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