The Faded Masquerade

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Act I Who would burn a tree that remembers your mother’s name? Katerina Alexiou asked the question to the empty air, her fingers digging into the rough bark of the Weeping Willow. It was not bark. It was skin. Translucent, cool, and pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat. The town square was silent under a fog so thick it erased the port, turning the world into a gray void where only the wind in...

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