The Faded Masquerade

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The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal. Like the spine of the world cracking. The fog in the streets of London was thick, a grey wool that choked the gas lamps. It was the year of the great smog, the year the sky turned to lead. Elias Thorne stood in the alley. He held the mask. It was a porcelain thing. White. Smooth. It had no eyes. No mouth. Just a blank oval of cold...

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