The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 12:12:47 -

The rain fell in sheets. It was a cold, gray thing that slicked the cobblestones of the market square. Thomas stood under the awning of the chandler’s shop. He watched the water run off the eaves in a steady, rhythmic drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. It sounded like a clock counting down to nothing. He was a clerk. A man of ledgers and ink stains. His hands were dry, the knuckles cracked from the cold....

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