The Faded Masquerade
The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it merely thinned, revealing the jagged teeth of the manor house that had stood empty for a decade. Elian, a squire-in-training of twelve years, cut through the mist with a sword that was too heavy for his hand and a pride that was too heavy for his soul. He was not there to fight, he told himself, but to retrieve the Pemberton crest, stolen by a thief who had...
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