The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the old district until they shone like wet slate. I walked with my head down, listening to the drum of water against the wool of my coat. The city smelled of damp earth and old smoke. I was not a man who liked to be seen. I kept to the edges. The shadows were safer. They did not ask questions. They did not flinch. I...

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