The Faded Masquerade

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The laboratory smelled of ozone and dried lavender, a scent that had seeped into the very pores of the stone walls over forty years. Elias Thorne stood before the spectrometer, his hands trembling not with age, but with the electric anticipation of a man who has finally cornered a ghost. He was a small man, dressed in a white coat that was more a shroud than a garment, its hem frayed from years...

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