The Faded Masquerade

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The leather spine of my copy of *The Masque of Red Death* was cracked down the middle, the gold leaf flaking onto the table like dead skin, and I held it tight against my chest as if it were a shield against the cold. The air in the St. Jude’s Asylum archive did not smell of books or dust, but of wet iron and old rot, a scent that seemed to seep through the pores of the paper and settle in my...

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