The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the damp wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood at the edge of the quarry, a jagged scar in the Pennsylvania earth, watching the water pool in the cracks of the stone. His hands were raw, the skin split by the cold and the labor of the day, but the true pain was in his chest, a hollow, aching void that no...

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