The Faded Masquerade

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The iron lung hissed. It was the only sound in the room, a rhythmic breathing for a man who had forgotten how to breathe for himself. I stood by the window. Outside, the town of Harrowgate lay under a blanket of soot and starlight. The air tasted of coal smoke and ozone. It was 1912, but it felt like the end of time. I am Elias Thorne. I was a clerk. I filed papers. I counted coins. I did not...

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