The Faded Masquerade

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The house breathes. You know it does, even if you cannot hear the draft, even if the windows are latched tight against the November wind. It is a deep, tidal exhalation, a settling of the bones of the structure that vibrates through the floorboards and into the soles of your shoes. You stand in the center of the grand hall, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer weight of...

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