The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 08:25:13 -

The house stood at the end of the lane, a skeleton of white clapboard and dark windows. It did not change. It never had. It would never change. Silas Vane stood on the porch, his boots heavy in the mud. He held a leather case against his chest. Inside were the tools of his trade. Knives. Files. A small, precise hammer. He was a restorer of masks. Not the kind worn for parties. The kind worn for...

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