The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was still wet when the first crack appeared in the glass. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair of the Archive Room, his fingers stained black, and watched the fracture spiderweb across the surface of the Great Mirror. It was not a sudden shattering, but a slow, agonizing give, as if the glass were tired of holding its own weight. Outside, the wind howled through the corridors of...

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