The Faded Masquerade

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The brass key in my hand was cold, a specific, biting chill that seeped through the leather of my glove and settled into the bone, a small, sharp pain that grounded me in the reality of the basement stacks where the air tasted of decaying paper and stagnant dust. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a junior archivist at the Department of Records, and I had exactly three weeks to secure...

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