The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of the bruised sky, and it was within this damp, heavy silence that Silas Thorne stood before the high, arched window of his study, his hand resting on the cold iron of the sword that had belonged to his father before it had become a relic of the Crown, for he had...

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