The Faded Masquerade

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The coat was red. Not the bright, screaming red of a fire engine or a stop sign, but a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to pull the light into itself, drinking it up until the fabric looked almost black in the dimly lit precinct. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the metal bench in the interrogation room, his hands cuffed to the table in front of him, staring at the garment that hung on the...

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