The Faded Masquerade

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The bowl was blue. Not the bright, electric blue of a police car light, but a faded, dusty cobalt that had seen better decades. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the ceramic cold against his palm. It was shattered into three distinct pieces, the fracture lines jagged and sharp enough to cut the skin if he wasn’t careful. He set it on the kitchen counter, next to the coffee maker that was...

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