The Faded Masquerade

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the Vane Estate drive, a sound that seemed to echo the persistent, burning itch in the left palm of twelve-year-old Arthur Vane. He sat rigid on the velvet seat, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the seat, watching the soot-stained facade of the house loom through the rain-streaked glass. Arthur had come to retrieve his father’s...

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