The Faded Masquerade

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The suture needle hung suspended in the air, a glint of steel catching the sterile, humming light of the isolation ward. Elias Thorne held it between two fingers, his hand trembling with a fine, rhythmic vibration that he had spent the last six months trying to hide. Below his gaze, the arm of the inmate, a young man named Marcus, lay exposed on the steel table, the deep laceration gaping like...

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