The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hit the slate roof like a handful of gravel. I watched it streak down the glass. My hand rested on the pistol. The grip was cold. It had been cold for three days. Captain Halloway stood by the window. He did not look at me. He looked at the street below. The gas lamps were sputtering. The fog was thick. It swallowed the cobblestones. You are trembling, he said. I am steady, I said. He...

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