The Faded Masquerade

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“Five hundred dollars. That’s the price of your silence, Elias.” I looked up from the etching plate. The acid was eating into the silver, hissing softly in the dim shop. The light from the streetlamp outside cut a sharp, yellow wedge through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. My hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the trick. You didn’t shake when the...

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