The Faded Masquerade

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The bill of lading lay on the magistrate’s desk, the paper yellowed and brittle, smelling of damp wool and old ink. Elias Thorne did not sign it. He looked at the document, then at the man across the table, a figure whose face was a blur of gray mist that refused to coalesce into features. The town of Oakhaven sat under a sky that was not a sky, but a heavy, breathing ceiling of fog that...

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