The Faded Masquerade

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The frost on the windowpane had formed into a shape that looked suspiciously like a hand, fingers splayed against the glass. Elias wiped the condensation away with his sleeve, leaving a dark smear on the ice. He was thirty years old, an age that should have seen him out of service, but the debt to Lord Ashworth was a chain that did not rust. He had been Sir Kaelen’s squire for ten years, a...

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