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  • The Faded Masquerade
    The gas lamps of Mayfair flickered like dying stars as Eleanor Vane stepped beneath the archway of Blackwood Manor, her velvet cloak drawn tight against the November chill. She had not planned to come here—to this crumbling estate on the edge of the city where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a secret unwilling to be told. But the letter had arrived three days prior, sealed with wax the...
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  • The Faded Chronicle
    The hospital had been built in the winter of 1974, on land that had belonged to a family of glassblowers for three generations before the war turned everything into memory and the war turned memory into something even less reliable. Edward stood in corridor B on the third floor, where the fluorescent lights hummed at a frequency that seemed designed to grind down hope over time. He was...
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