The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-23 11:20:45 -

The ink in my pot was the color of dried blood, and my hand trembled as I traced the final line of the deed of release. I am Elias, thirty-two, a scribe without a lord, trapped in the crumbling stone throat of Lord Vane’s manor. I wanted only to be free, to walk out the gate and into the war-torn countryside that was slowly swallowing the world. The opposing force was not just the army marching...

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