The Faded Masquerade

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You are pulling the lock off the cellar door. The metal shrieks, a high, thin sound that cuts through the damp silence of the manor. Your hands are shaking. They have been shaking since you left the constabulary, but today the tremor is violent, a physical rejection of the task. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two. You are here to find Julian. The winter solstice is three days away. If he...

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