The Faded Masquerade

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The ink on the ledger page was still wet when Elias Thorne’s fingers brushed the spine of the book, the texture gritty and uneven under his calloused thumb, and he felt the cold draft of the Blackwood Signal Tower rise through the floorboards and settle into the marrow of his bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the November wind howling outside the glass panes. He was thirty years old, a...

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