The Faded Masquerade

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The brass badge sat heavy in my palm, its surface worn smooth by twenty years of thumbs and the sweat of men who no longer existed. It was a simple oval, tarnished to a dull brown, but when I brought it close to my ear, I could hear a low, persistent hum, like a steam pipe under pressure, whispering my name in a voice that sounded like gravel shifting in a riverbed. I am Elias Thorne, Sergeant...

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