The Faded Masquerade
The train shakes. You are tired. The glass is cold. You press your hand to it. The reflection stares back. It is not your face. It is a mask. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are a scholar. You study the past. You believe in reason. You believe in the light. The dark is outside. The dark is a lie. You arrive at the estate. The fog is thick. It clings to the stone. The house looms. It is a beast of...
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