The Faded Masquerade
The heavy wool of the grey blazer was not merely fabric to Elias Thorne; it was a second skin, a chitinous armor that had been stitched to his nerves over thirty years of quiet, unremarkable service in the sub-basement archives of the Sterling & Vane Logistics Corporation. The blazer was a dull, charcoal grey, the color of storm clouds that never break, and it had outlived three managers, two...
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