The Faded Masquerade

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The mist at the edge of Lake Harrow does not behave like weather. It holds its shape, a thick, gray wall that separates the frozen shore from the deep water, and you know, with the bone-deep certainty of a man who has spent twenty years watching the line between order and chaos, that it is waiting for you. You are fifty-two years old, Elias Thorne, and your heart is a traitor, skipping its...

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