The Faded Masquerade

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Kaelen. The name was dragged through the mud of the hall by the King’s herald, a sound like a boot scraping stone. Sir Kaelen of the Iron Guard stood by the tapestry, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword he had not drawn in six years. He wanted the pension. He wanted the farm in the valley, the one with the broken fence he had promised to repair before the winter set in. He wanted to be a...

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