The Faded Masquerade

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The crash was not a sound but a physical blow, a concussion of dust and marble that turned the air in the West Wing into a brown, choking fog. Elias Thorne, forty-two and a senior archivist who had spent two decades breathing in the scent of decaying paper, felt the floor buck under his boots before he even registered the roar of collapsing stone. He was in the middle of cataloging the final...

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