The Faded Masquerade

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The coal shovels against the grate, a rhythmic, grinding sound that matches the ache in your lungs. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and your hands are blackened to the wrist, the dust of the Ironworks settled so deep into your pores that you feel it moving beneath your skin. You do not look up from the furnace; you cannot afford to. The air here is thick, not just with smoke, but with a...

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