The Faded Masquerade

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The fog did not roll in so much as it rose, a thick, grey exhalation from the cobblestones that smelled of wet wool and old iron, wrapping around the ankles of Elias Thorne with the intimacy of a lover who had long since forgotten the names of things, leaving him suspended in a city that had no right to exist, where the architecture of London had been twisted into a kaleidoscopic nightmare of...

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