The Faded Masquerade

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The rain against the windows of the ancestral home was a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate directly through the floorboards and into the soles of your shoes, a constant, wet pulse that you had long ago stopped hearing as sound and started feeling as a physical weight, a heavy, damp hand pressing down on your chest. You stood in the center of the grand hall, the air thick with...

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