The Faded Masquerade

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The iron cross of the great gate had splintered under the weight of the battering ram, and the sound of it, a dull, rhythmic thudding that vibrated through the soles of Sir Elias Thorne’s boots, was the only thing that remained of the world outside the Abbey of St. Jude. His left arm hung dead and useless at his side, the muscle torn from the shoulder by the impact of a mace blow that had taken...

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