The Faded Masquerade

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The rain against the windowpane of the estate did not so much fall as it seemed to insist, a persistent, rhythmic tapping that served as a metronome for the slow decay of the night, a sound that permeated the very marrow of the stone walls where the shadows stretched long and thin like the limbs of sleepless men. Captain Silas Thorne stood before the full-length mirror in the study, the glass...

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