The Faded Masquerade

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The iron gates of Blackwood Manor groaned against the rusted hinges, a sound like a man clearing his throat after a century of silence. Elias Thorne stood on the cobblestone path, his coat heavy with the damp chill of the October mist, the brass buttons of his uniform catching the faint, dying light of the gas lamps. He was not a soldier anymore, not in any official capacity, though the scars...

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