The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the archive smelled of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had settled into the very fibers of the wool carpet over the last forty years. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a narrow sliver of light from the high window cutting across the topography of his papers, illuminating the fine lines that had carved themselves into his face like the tributaries of a dry riverbed. He was not...

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