The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent grey mist that clung to the high-ceilinged drawing rooms of the Blackwood estate, turning the velvet drapes into heavy, weeping curtains. Elara Vance sat in the wingback chair, her fingers resting on the armrest, the leather worn smooth by generations of hands that had once felt the pulse of the world. She was a medium, a title the...

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