The Faded Masquerade

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The house breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic expansion of the plaster walls, a creaking of the floorboards that sounded like old bones shifting in sleep. Elias sat in the center of the drawing room, his hands resting on his knees. They were clean hands. They had been clean for three days. Before that, they had been stained with the dark, viscous residue of the cellar. He did not look at the...

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