The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the muddy tracks of the Appalachian foothills into a slick, treacherous mirror. You stood at the edge of the ravine, your coat heavy with water, the weight of the brass badge in your pocket feeling less like an authority and more like a lead anchor dragging you down into the mud....

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