The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had been falling for three days without a break, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the manicured lawns of the Whitmore estate into a swamp of mud and rotting leaves, and it was in the middle of this downpour, standing on the cracked flagstones of the back porch with my fingers numb and my breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps, that I realized I was not leaving because I was...

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