The Faded Masquerade

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The mask lay in the mud. It was not a paper mask, nor was it made of silk. It was a thing of bone and glass, cracked down the middle, one eye socket empty, the other filled with a swirling, dark mist that smelled of ozone and old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne knelt in the wet grass, his knees sinking into the soft earth. He did not look up. He looked at the mask. He knew he should be looking at...

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