The Faded Masquerade

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The smell of rendered pork fat and boiled starch was a physical weight in the air of the municipal testing laboratory, a thick, cloying blanket that sat on the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to dissipate even when the ventilation fans in the ceiling groaned and sputtered their industrial breath across the tiled floor. He stood before the spectrophotometer, his hands steady as stone,...

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