The Faded Masquerade

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The fever broke in the small hours, leaving Kaelen gasping in the straw-lined bed of the fortress infirmary. The stone walls wept with condensation, a cold mist that clung to his skin like a shroud. He remembered the dream, vivid and sharp as a blade: his son Elian, no older than seven, standing in the dark cellar, holding out a piece of dry, black bread. The boy’s face was grey, his eyes wide...

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