The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the low, soot-stained roofs of the houses, and in this damp, suffocating quiet, Thomas Ashworth sat in his study, the smell of mildew and old parchment thick in his throat, watching the candle flame tremble against the draft that crept under the door, for...

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