The Faded Masquerade

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The house stood on the hill like a broken tooth, white and jagged against the bruised purple of the evening sky. It was a place of glass and iron, a relic of the industrial age that had swept through the valley three decades prior, leaving behind a landscape of soot and ambition. The windows were large, arched, and now mostly shattered, allowing the wind to whistle through the corridors with a...

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