The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on the carriage roof like a thousand impatient fingers. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, only a relentless, wet drumming that echoed in the hollows of the soul. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his hands folded over a leather case. The case was old. The leather was cracked and dark, smelling of dust and dried blood. Inside lay the artifact. Not a sword. Not a coin. A...

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