The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hit the slate roof of the Watch House with a rhythmic, dull thud. It was the only sound in the valley. Elias Thorne sat in the dark, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea. The ceramic was chipped. He ran his thumb over the jagged edge, feeling the roughness against his skin. He did not blink. His eyes were fixed on the fire, but he did not see the flames. He saw the faces of the...

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