The Faded Masquerade

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Blackwood Penitentiary did not smell of decay, as one might expect of a place where men rot in stone, but of iron and wet limestone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be washed away. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man who once held the gavel and now holds only his own silence, serving a life sentence for a crime I committed in a court of public opinion...

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