The Faded Masquerade

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The silver pocket watch lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold as a river stone, its face cracked down the center where the glass had failed years ago. He held it until the metal bit into his calluses, the weight of it a small, dense anchor against the drifting fog of his waking mind. The dream had been the same for three years, since the hospital in Dayton had handed back the casket. In the dream,...

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