The Faded Masquerade

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The rain lashed the leaded glass of Blackwood Manor, a rhythmic drumming that Elias Thorne had come to dread. He sat in his booth, the coffee growing cold, his eyes fixed on the clock. Twelve years of night shifts. Twelve years of silence. Twelve years of watching shadows. He needed his pension. He needed it to pay for his mother’s care, to keep the roof over their heads in the village below....

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