The Faded Masquerade

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The train groaned through the night, a steel beast breathing steam into the freezing air. Inside the second-class carriage, the air was thick with the smell of coal dust, wet wool, and old sweat. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back pressed against the cold window. He was a man of forty, though the years of service in the Royal Border Guard had carved his face into something resembling...

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