The Faded Masquerade

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The steam from the boiler curls in a white ribbon against the cold air of the workshop, and you watch it dissipate into the darkness above the lathe. You are Elias Thorne, and you are a man who has spent forty years shaping brass into beauty, yet your hands tremble with a vibration that no amount of craft can smooth. The shop is quiet, save for the rhythmic hiss of the pressure valve and the...

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