The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the grey sky. I stood in the doorway of the old manor, the wood warped and groaning beneath my fingers, listening to the silence that had settled over the estate. It was not a peaceful silence. It was the held breath of a house that knew something was wrong....

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