The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the great hall of Blackwood Manor was thick with the scent of decaying lavender and the metallic tang of old blood, a perfume that had settled into the wallpaper over decades of silence. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his back to the audience, his hands clasped behind him in a gesture that was less surrender and more holding on to the edge of the world. He was a man...

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