The Faded Masquerade

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"Did you tell them?" The question hung in the air, thin and sharp. I did not look up from the ledger. The ink was still wet. It glistened like a tear on the page. "No," I said. Silence. The clock on the mantle ticked. It was a heavy sound. A wooden heart beating in the dark. Mr. Thorne leaned back. His chair creaked. He was a large man. His suit was black. It swallowed the light. He looked at...

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