The Faded Masquerade

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The train rattled over the iron bridges of the Blackwood Valley, a shrieking metal beast that left a trail of coal dust in the November air. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the carriage, his uniform pressed tight against his ribs, watching the industrial sprawl rise from the mist like a fever dream. He was forty-two years old, and his bones ached with the damp cold that seemed to seep...

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