The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the office of Dr. Halloway smelled of stale pipe tobacco and the specific, dusty decay of old vellum. Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak desk, his hands clasped behind his back, watching his superior tap a manicured fingernail against a leather-bound ledger. "You ask for access to the restricted vaults, Elias, again," Halloway said, his voice a low, grinding rumble. "To prove that...

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