The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One Priya Gupta held the blade steady against the pulsing throat of the moss-beast, her boots slipping on the wet, fungal stone of the cavern. She was thirty-two, a swordmaster in the sealed depths of the ancient kingdom, and she wanted to cure her husband’s wasting rot. The creature shrieked, a sound like tearing canvas, and she parried, the impact jarring her shoulder. The...
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