The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist of grey silt that clung to the iron lattices of the windowpane, blurring the view of the industrial skyline into a watercolor of soot and shadow. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the glass, his fingers tracing the cold, condensation-slicked frame, his mind a tempest of half-formed suspicions and the gnawing, hollow ache of poverty...

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