The Faded Masquerade

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You stand in the shadow of the iron gates, the breath held tight in your lungs like a secret too heavy to speak. The year is 1912, and the air tastes of coal dust and wet wool. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, a man carved from the same rigid stone as the city’s spires. Your uniform is pressed to a mirror finish, the brass buttons catching the dim gaslight with a cold, predatory gleam. You have...

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