The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the narrow street into slick mirrors reflecting the dim, amber glow of the oil lamps, and in the cellar of the old apothecary on Wickham Lane, young Thomas Ashworth sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, his hands trembling as he held the small, brass-bound book that had been left to him by...

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