The Faded Masquerade

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The fog in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it accumulated, a dense, gray wool that choked the cobblestone streets and swallowed the spires of the old church until only the bells remained visible, hanging like heavy, silent teeth in the air. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his cramped study, the wind tugging at his wool coat, and clutched the blackened mask to his chest with a grip that...

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