The Faded Masquerade

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The candlelight flickered against the damask walls of Blackthorn Manor, casting long shadows that moved like dancers across the gilded mirrors. Sebastian Ashford stood at the foot of the grand staircase, his reflection fractured into a dozen pale ghosts in the beveled glass. He wore the black tailcoat like armor, the white cravat stiff and unforgiving against his throat, but it was the mask—oh,...

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