The Faded Masquerade

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The mask spoke to you in the dark, a whisper thin as spider silk that cut through the hum of the ventilation fans. It was not your voice, nor was it the wind, but the distinct, melodic cadence of Eleanor, your wife who had been dead for three years. You stood in the basement archive, the cold stone pressing against your spine, listening to the Veil of St. Jude call your name. It was a sound...

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