The Faded Masquerade
The stone of Blackwood Keep breathed. It was a slow, wet inhalation that rattled in Kaelen’s chest, syncing with the rhythm of his own failing heart. He stood in the center of the great hall, his boots fused to the flagstones. Not metaphorically. His feet had sunk into the rock like wax into hot sand, and now his ankles were encased in grey, porous stone. The curse was not a spell of magic, but...
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