The Faded Masquerade

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The silver mask slipped in Elias’s sweating palm, the tarnish biting into the skin like a rusted nail, and he watched the liquid gold of the mead slosh against the rim of the clay jug as he forced it down, the taste cloying and sweet, masking the metallic tang of fear that had settled in his throat since he crossed the threshold of Lord Aldric’s keep. The hall was a cauldron of noise, a...

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