The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the precinct’s glass facade. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed a low, electric hymn that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of everyone present. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the interrogation room, his shoulders hunched not in defeat, but in a rigid, architectural containment of grief....

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