The Faded Masquerade

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The rain slicks the cobblestones of the old quarter. You walk fast. Your boots slap the wet stone. The sound is sharp. It is the only sound that matters. You are looking for a throat. Specifically, a scar. A thin, white line across the Adam’s apple. You have seen it before. In dreams. In the flickering light of dying gas lamps. You are a detective of sorts. Not for the police. For the truth...

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