The Faded Masquerade
"Cut me some slack, Elias. The paperwork is just paperwork." Elias Thorne stared at the wet spot on his tie, a dark smear that looked like a bruise. He was forty-five, a federal marshal with twelve years of clean service, and he was standing in the glass-walled office of Director Halloway, feeling the cold draft from the air conditioning settle into his marrow. The dream had been sharp again...
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