The Faded Masquerade

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The house at the end of the hollow road did not stand so much as it crouched, a low, sprawling thing of gray stone and shuttered windows that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of the surrounding mist, and it was here, in the suffocating intimacy of the cellar where the air tasted of damp earth and old copper, that Elias Thorne finally understood that the thing he had been...

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