The Faded Masquerade
The highway exit sign for Blackwood Manor had been faded by decades of sun and salt, but Elias Thorne saw it clearly, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel of his rental sedan as he navigated the final stretch of gravel. He was forty-two, a structural engineer by trade, a man who believed in load-bearing capacities and tensile strength, and he had come to the estate with a singular,...
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