The Faded Masquerade

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The coat is gone. I know it is gone. The hanger stands alone, a thin, metallic ghost against the dark wood of the closet. It sways, though there is no wind. It sways because I am shaking. Who took it? I asked Marcus. He was in the study, polishing a glass with a cloth that had seen better days. He did not look up. "I did not touch it, Elias." His voice was flat. Dry as dust. "Then who?" He...

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