The Faded Masquerade

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The train left with a sound like a bone snapping in the dark, and Elias stood on the platform until the dust settled, the weight of his service weapon heavy in his hip pocket. He was not a man who lingered. He was a man who arrived, assessed, and departed. But the station at Oakhaven was different. It was a place that seemed to have been chewed by time and spat out, the brickwork crumbling into...

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