Sample-V08-The Masquerade of Mercy-202606171705.txt

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The estate of Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the middle of the Louisiana swamp, surrounded by weeping willows and the oppressive humidity of the South. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of jasmine and decay, a scent that promised pleasure and delivered death. We were celebrating the "Festival of the Lowly." The guests wore masks of porcelain and lace, dancing to a waltz that...

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