The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 15:56:26 -

The rain fell hard on the slate roofs of Oakhaven. It was a cold, gray Tuesday. Elias Thorne stood by the door. He held the mask. It was a wooden thing, painted white. The paint was flaking. One eye socket was chipped. He had held it for three years. Three years of silence. Three years of waiting. His wife, Clara, stood inside. She wore her black dress. It hung loose on her frame. Her hair was...

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