The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the soot-stained brick of the tenements and settled into the hollows of the cobblestones, blurring the line between the street and the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his cramped office on the fourth floor, watching the gas lamps flicker to life as the twilight deepened, his reflection ghosted in the...

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