The Faded Masquerade

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The station master had already locked the gate before you reached the iron fence, his back a hunched silhouette against the pale, industrial gray of the morning fog that rolled in from the river like the breath of some sleeping beast, and you stood there, holding the tin case against your chest with both hands, the metal cold and hard against your skin, feeling the weight of it not as a burden...

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