The Faded Masquerade

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"Put the lid on. Now." The voice cracked like a whip in the stagnant air of the laboratory. Elias Thorne did not move. He stood before the copper still, his hands hovering over the glass beaker, feeling the heat radiate through his wool gloves. The room smelled of rotting orchids and sulfur, a thick, cloying dampness that clung to the back of his throat. Outside, the wind battered the shattered...

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