The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 07:01:32 -

The rain against the leaded windows of Blackwood Manor did not sound like water, but like the soft, rhythmic tapping of fingernails on a tomb. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grand hall, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through his threadbare coat, but from the terrible, heavy silence that had swallowed the house’s famous chime. He was a clockmaker of considerable...

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