The Faded Masquerade

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The brass compass in Captain Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, its needle trembling with a sluggish, arrhythmic pulse that had nothing to do with the magnetic north. He held it up against the grey, soot-stained brick of the gatehouse, the metal biting into his calloused palm, a small, heavy anchor in a world that was beginning to lose its grip. Outside, the fog did not roll; it stood, a thick,...

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