The Faded Masquerade

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The sky did not crack open so much as it simply gave up. One moment the air over Harrow’s End was thick with the smell of wet wool and coal dust, the next it was a screaming void of white static. You remember the sound. It wasn’t a boom, but a hum, a low-frequency vibration that rattled the teeth in your skull and turned the blood in your veins to something thick and slow. People ran into the...

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