The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in the industrial district of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the soot slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the gas lamps that hissed like dying snakes. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter of his small, cramped shop, the air thick with the scent of cedar oil and stale tobacco. He was a tailor, a craftsman of the old school, though the word "old"...

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