The Faded Masquerade

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The fog in the valley of Saint-Cloud did not rise so much as it remembered, a thick, grey paste that clung to the cobblestones and swallowed the gaslights whole. Elias Thorne stood on the threshold of his rented room, a small, damp rectangle of brick and despair in the heart of a city that had ceased to exist, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, humming weight of the...

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