The Faded Masquerade

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The telegraph key clattered in the mud, a sharp, metallic rhythm that cut through the silence of the valley. I stood at the threshold of the Blackwood manor, the rain slicking the wool of my coat, my hand resting on the cold iron of my revolver. The wire from the county seat was hot, vibrating with the magistrate’s voice, though he was miles away, a ghost in the copper lines. "Clear the...

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