The Faded Masquerade

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The iron gate screamed as it tore free from the earth, a sound like a throat being ripped open. Elias Vane did not look back at the crumbling wall of the estate, nor did he look forward at the thing chasing him. He looked down at his hands. They were stained with the black ichor of the garden’s death, the viscous fluid that had once been the lifeblood of the roses now acting as a binding agent...

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