The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in 1912 did not wash the mill town of Oakhaven clean; it merely turned the soot into a sludge that caked into the brickwork and the skin of the men who walked its streets. Elias Thorne sat in the archives of the old textile factory, a room that smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of rusted gears, his hands trembling so violently that the ink on his quill bled into the paper like...

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