The Faded Masquerade

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The mud in the Blackwood was not wet but thick, a cold slurry that sucked at Kaelen’s boots with the tenacious grip of a drowning hand, and he drove his shoulder forward, forcing his body through the muck while his sword, a heavy broadsword of tempered steel, locked in a desperate grapple with a shape that did not belong to the natural world. The shadow he fought did not have a face, only a...

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