The Collector of Masks

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The Blackwood Estate did not just decay; it festered. The ivy clung to the grey stone walls like starving fingers, and the air inside smelled of wet wool and ancient secrets. Silas arrived at the gates in a rainstorm, carrying nothing but a leather satchel and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Silas was a man of no name and a thousand faces. He had a peculiar talent for entering a house of...

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