The Faded Masquerade

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The oak door groaned as I pushed it open. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of afternoon light. Inside, the house held its breath. It was a cold, stale silence. The kind that presses against the eardrums. I stepped inside. My boots clicked on the hardwood. Each step sounded like a gunshot. The hallway stretched out before me. Dark. Deep. I knew every inch of it. I knew the scuff mark by the...

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