The Faded Masquerade

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The dream begins not with light but with the heavy, suffocating weight of the air in the great hall of the Whitechapel Exchange, a place where the soot from the city’s thousand chimneys settles like a grey snow on the polished mahogany, and you stand there, the brass buttons of your constable’s tunic cold against your chest, holding a lantern that burns with a flame the color of old blood,...

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