The Faded Masquerade
The inspection began not with a shout, but with the quiet, clinical rattle of a brass pocket watch against the mahogany table, a sound that seemed to punctuate the heavy, coal-choked air of the Ministry of Internal Security’s upper floor, where the gaslights hissed like dying snakes in the sudden silence. Arthur Penhaligon, the Senior Archivist and Keeper of the Historical Garb Collection,...
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