The Faded Masquerade

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The dream began, as it always did, with the sensation of a hand that was not his own, pressing flat against the cold glass of a window that did not exist in the waking world. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor of the old Whitmore estate, his feet bare on the polished oak floors that hummed with a low, subterranean vibration. He was a man of forty years, employed by the county to catalog the...

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