The Faded Masquerade

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The door to the basement was locked. It had been locked for three years. But today, the lock was a thing of the past. The key was in Leo’s hand. It felt heavy. It felt like a stone. He stood in the hallway of the family home. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The rain tapped against the windows. A soft, relentless rhythm. He was twelve years old. He was small. He was invisible. He turned the key....

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