The Faded Masquerade

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The silver candelabra did not sit on the mantelpiece; it hovered, a half-inch above the velvet cloth, humming a low, resonant note that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s teeth. It was the autumn of 1924, and the air in the Thorne house had grown thin, sucked dry by the lungs of his father, who lay in the room beyond, his breathing a wet, rattling percussion against the silence. Elias was...

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