The Faded Masquerade

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The fog did not roll in; it hung, a thick, wet woolen shroud that swallowed the gaslights of the city and reduced the world to a gray, breathing void. Elara Vance sat in the basement of the Municipal Archives, her fingers stained with the black ink of ledgers that should have been sealed. She was thirty-two, sharp-tongued, and possessed of a memory that worked like a knife against her own skin....

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