The Faded Masquerade

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The ballroom of the Ashworth estate did not smell of wine or sweat. It smelled of dust, of old paper, and of the distinct, metallic tang of a storm that had been brewing inside the walls for three centuries. Julian Thorne stood in the center of the rotunda, his tuxedo slightly too large for his slender frame, his eyes fixed on the ceiling where the chandelier hung like a frozen bouquet of glass...

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