The Faded Masquerade

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"You have no place here, Thomas. The debt is due." The voice was cold. It cut through the fog that clung to the cobblestones of the narrow street. You stood before the iron gate of the old textile mill. It was your home. It was your prison. The gate was black. It was rusted. It was eternal. Thomas Ashworth did not move. He held the ledger. It was heavy. It was slick with rain. His fingers were...

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