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  • The Faded Masquerade
    The house is quiet. Too quiet. You know the silence of old wood. It creaks when it settles. It groans when the wind shifts. You are here to find out why. The letters said so. The estate lawyer said so. Your brother said nothing. He is gone. The chair by the fire is empty. The dust on the armrest is thick. You touch it. It falls like gray snow. You are the investigator. That is your role. You...
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