The Faded Masquerade

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Thorne. The name was not a call but a summons, spat from the throat of the room with the precision of a blade being drawn from its sheath, and Elias Thorne felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up not in fear but in the cold, metallic anticipation of a man who has been waiting for the axe to fall for twenty years. He stood in the center of the Grand Ballroom of the Holloway Mill, a space...

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