The Faded Masquerade

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of the King’s courtyard, turning the mud into a mirror that reflected only Kaelen’s own haggard face. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the throne room, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword he no longer had the right to draw. Inside, King Aldric sat in silence, a statue of absolute authority, while Lord Vane whispered beside him like a shadow...

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