The Faded Masquerade

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Hall of Whispers, blurring the world outside into a grey smear. Kaelen stood before the great mirror, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of twenty years of service. He was forty, his hair streaked with premature silver, and his joints ached with a dull, persistent throb that no amount of rest could soothe. He wanted...

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