The Faded Chronicle

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The chandeliers of Halloway Hall hung like frozen stars, casting a light that was less illumination and more a blinding accusation. Arthur Vane stood by the marble pillar, his fingers white-knuckled around a glass of port he had not tasted, watching the room spin with a dizzying, expensive grace. It was the winter of 1892, and the air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of tuberose and old...

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