The Faded Masquerade

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The fog in the industrial district of Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it stood there, a thick, grey wall that smelled of wet coal and rusted iron. You walked through it with the slow, deliberate gait of a man who had forgotten how to hurry, your boots finding the rhythm of the cobblestones by memory rather than sight. It was the year 1912, or perhaps it was later, for time in this place had...

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