The Faded Masquerade

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The Faded Masquerade The opera house breathed like a living thing, its velvet lungs expanding and contracting with the murmurs of three hundred souls who had come to forget themselves. Isolde Marchenbaum sat in box seven, her gloved fingers tracing the carved mahogany railing as the lights dimmed and the overture unfurled like a silk banner dipped in midnight. She had not come for the...

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