The Faded Masquerade
Could a piece of paper kill a man? Act I The mud at the border pass sucked at Zdenek Zeman’s boots with a wet, sucking sound, pulling him down inch by inch. He stood in the center of the road, sword raised, the blade trembling not from fear but from the cold that had settled deep into his joints. Across from him, Captain Horak stood rigid in his armor, the steel plates dull and scratched from...
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