The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hit the pavement in hard, silver sheets. It smelled of wet ash and old copper. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the street. He watched the water pool in the cracks. His boots were soaked through. The leather had turned black and slick. He did not move. He just stood there. The world was blurring. The neon lights bled into the wet ground. Red. Blue. White. A smear of color. He took a...

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