The Faded Masquerade

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The rain against the windowpane sounded like a slow, rhythmic tapping, a countdown that matched the irregular thumping of your own chest. You stood in the foyer of Blackwood Hall, the air thick with the scent of wet dust and something else, something floral and cloying that clung to the back of your throat. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and running out of time, looked at the clock on the...

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