The Faded Masquerade

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"Do it, Elias. Before the moon rises." The words hung in the damp air of the garrison yard, heavy as wet wool. I stood with my back to the wall, feeling the cold seep through my tunic. Silas, the new recruit, knelt in the mud. His face was pale, his lips moving in a rhythm that didn’t match any prayer I knew. He was whispering to the stones. The garrison was silent, save for the low bleating of...

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