The Faded Masquerade

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Thorne, you are breathing too loud. The voice did not come from the air, but from the iron itself, vibrating through the soot-blackened ribs of the decommissioned steam engine that Elias Thorne had made his home for the past three years. He was forty years old, though the hollows beneath his cheekbones suggested a man who had already survived two funerals, and he stood alone in the rusted belly...

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