The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on Ashford like a veil of grey gauze, soaking the cobblestones and the breath of the men who stood on the street. Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning of the dry goods store. He was a small man, bent by years of counting ledgers and folding shirts. His hands trembled. Not from cold, though the air was biting. They trembled because he could feel it. The weight of the coat. It hung...

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