The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain of mist that blurred the edges of the brick buildings and turned the streetlights into smudges of amber and white. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his bed in the cramped apartment, his hands resting on the open duffel bag, the canvas worn thin at the corners by twenty-two years of service. He was fifty-two, though the lines...

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