The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the shoulders of the stone gargoyles and turned the cobblestones of Whitehall into slick, black mirrors reflecting the indifferent gaslights of a city that had long since forgotten the smell of ozone and old blood. I stood in the shadow of the Ministry of Interior, my hand resting on the cold iron of my sidearm, a...

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