The Faded Masquerade
The blade was already in the man’s throat before he finished the word *heresy*. Kaelen pulled it free, the sound wet and final, and the agent crumpled against the altar stone, blood pooling in the grooves of the carved wood. The other man, the one who had thrown the dagger, was gone. He had vanished into the grey fog that swirled outside the broken chapel windows, leaving only the wet hiss of...
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