The Faded Masquerade

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The autumn of 1342 has settled over the valley like a shroud of wet wool, and I sit by the dying fire in the inn’s back room, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of what I have come to do. I am Elara, a wandering physician, and for three years I have carried the ghost of Julian, my husband, in the hollow of my chest, a weight that no amount of walking or healing has been...

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