The Faded Masquerade

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The fog that rolled in from the harbor at Dunmore was not merely weather; it was a living thing, a grey curtain that swallowed the streetlamps and the cobblestones alike, erasing the distinction between the solid earth and the void. Inside the Whitmore Manor, the air was stale, thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, but the cold from the windowpanes seeped through the heavy velvet...

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