The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall; it was driven, a gray sleet that tasted of iron and old blood. Elias Thorne felt the impact in his teeth, a sharp, jagged pain that synced with the thud of his own heart. He was pinned against the damp brick of the alleyway, his back aching with a bruise that had formed hours ago and now felt like a second skin. In front of him, the figure did not breathe. It did not...

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