The Faded Masquerade
The rain had ceased to be a phenomenon of the sky and had become a persistent, damp intrusion into the very fabric of the stone walls of the Guildhall, a cold, mineral seepage that Eamon Vane had spent the better part of his forty years attempting to seal with mortar and will, only to find that the water, like the secrets of the dead, found every fissure, no matter how minute, and seeped...
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