The Faded Masquerade

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The rain against the windowpane of the library was not merely weather; it was a rhythmic interrogation, a soft, persistent tapping that demanded an answer you did not have. You stood before the tall oak doors, your fingers resting on the brass handles, feeling the cold metal bite into your skin. The house, a sprawling Victorian manor on the edge of the Connecticut coast, held its breath....

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