The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a fine, cold mist that clung to the stone of the estate like a second skin, eroding the sharp edges of the Victorian architecture until the house looked less like a structure and more like a wound in the landscape. Detective Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grand foyer, his boots leaving dark, wet prints on the marble floor that no amount...

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