The Faded Masquerade

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The confession lay on the mahogany table, the paper heavy and damp with the humidity of the room. Elias Thorne stared at the ink, which had begun to bleed into the fibers, smearing the signature of the man who had betrayed him. He did not pick it up. He stood in the center of the ballroom, the crystal chandeliers casting a fractured, diamond-dust light over the sea of masked faces. The air was...

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