The Faded Masquerade

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You hold the mirror in your left hand, the glass cold and heavy against your palm, and in your right, the letter that has ended your life. The ink is dry, the script a cramped, familiar scrawl that belongs to no one, or to everyone, depending on how the light hits the paper. It is not a warning. It is a map. And you, Eleanor, have spent the last three decades reading the city, reading the...

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