The Faded Masquerade

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It is not a forgery, Clara. It is a lie. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger. The paper was yellowed, brittle, smelling of wet earth and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of his throat like a cough. He held the magnifying glass, a brass instrument that had served him for thirty years, but his hand trembled so violently that the image of the 1890 entry swam and blurred. The ink...

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