The Faded Masquerade

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The smoke in the streets of London tasted of sulfur and wet ash, a thick gray blanket that choked the gaslights and turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the shuttered door of the apothecary on Fleet Street, his hand still raised in the gesture of a man about to knock, his knuckles white and trembling against the cold wood. He needed the...

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