The Faded Masquerade

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The fog rolled in from the sea. It was thick. It was gray. It tasted of salt and rust. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the dock. His boots were heavy. They were old leather. They soaked up the damp. He held his rifle. The wood was cold. The metal was colder. He did not look at the water. He looked at the tower. The tower rose from the mist. It was not made of stone. It was made of glass. It was...

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