The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the gaslights in fractured, trembling shards. You stood in the doorway of your small cottage, the damp chill seeping through the wool of your coat, listening to the rhythmic, rattling coughs that echoed from the upstairs room where your mother lay. She was wasting away, her...

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