The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised purple sky, a thick, oily mist that clung to the corrugated tin roof of the abandoned textile mill on the edge of the valley, turning the air into a humid, suffocating blanket that smelled of wet iron and rotting cotton. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main floor, his boots sinking slightly into the sludge that...

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