The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the basement of St. Jude’s Orphanage did not smell of dust, as one might expect for a place abandoned by the sun, but of wet wool and old iron, a scent that seemed to cling to the back of the throat and refuse to leave. Elias, who was twelve and had already learned that silence was a safer currency than speech, sat on a overturned crate, his knees drawn up to his chest, and watched...

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