The Faded Masquerade

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You’re late. The manor waits. Elias Thorne stood before the blackened facade of Blackwood Manor, the iron key cold in his fist. He was forty-five, a debt collector by trade and by necessity, driven here to seize the estate to settle the medical debts left by his late father. The house was not merely stone; it was a sentient, decaying organism that whispered the names of its previous owners in a...

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