The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it leaked, a persistent gray seepage that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick, reflective pools. Elias Thorne, forty-two and hollowed by three weeks of sleepless vigil, walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who has forgotten how to rest. He was an archivist by trade, a man who cataloged the dead and filed the silent, but tonight he...

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