The Faded Masquerade
The hall mirror in the Blackwood estate did not lie, but it did not tell the truth either. It lagged. By a fraction of a second, a heartbeat’s delay, the glass held a version of Elias Thorne that was always slightly behind the man standing before it. For forty-two years, Elias had lived in this house, a solitary warden of its crumbling rooms, and for the last six months, he had watched the...
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