The Faded Masquerade

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October 14, 1893. The letter from Clara arrived wrapped in plain brown paper, the ink smudged as if her hand had trembled while writing. She begged me to return to Chicago before the first frost set in, to save what was left of our marriage and our name. I sat in the dingy back room of the train station in St. Louis, clutching the tarnished silver mask in my coat pocket. It was the only thing I...

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