The Faded Masquerade

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Chapter One The wind off the plateau combed the wheat into long, grey streaks, stripping the air of sound until only the low, grinding hum of the Obsidian Gate remained. Lachlan MacLeod stood before the ancient stone, his breath shallow in the dry cold that preserved everything it touched. He was thirty-two, a dye-house overseer with rent owed to the temple granary and a body that ached with...

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