The Faded Masquerade
The morning Elias Thorne left Oakhaven, the fog was so thick it felt less like weather and more like a physical substance, a grey wool pressing against the windows and muffling the sound of the world. He did not look back at the town, nor at the small cottage where his apprentice, Kael, stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the seer’s retreating figure with a mixture of fear and...
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