The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had stopped. It left the city slick and grey, a mirror of wet asphalt reflecting the neon bleed of the shops on Harrow Street. Elias Thorne stood on the corner, his coat damp, his posture rigid. He was not waiting for anyone. He was waiting for the silence to break. For thirty years, Elias had been the city’s conscience. A judge, then a retired judge, then a man who walked the streets...

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