The Faded Masquerade

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The velvet glove was warm, a fact that defied the chill of the drafty library and the dead, cold air of the estate, and Elias Thorne held it in his bare hand as if it were a living thing, the frayed silk slipping against his skin with a texture that felt less like fabric and more like the dried skin of a fevered patient. He was forty years old, a man whose reputation in the archival world had...

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