The Faded Masquerade

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The ash fell like snow in the city of Oakhaven, a fine, grey powder that settled on the cobblestones and coated the lungs of the dead. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the calendar had lost its meaning when the sky turned the color of bruised iron. Elias Thorne stood on the roof of the apothecary, watching the smoke rise in thick, curling columns from the district of the weavers. He...

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