The Faded Masquerade
Elias. The name hung in the air, spoken by the police officer with a flatness that suggested he had already decided the verdict. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the mayor’s study, his hands pressed flat against the mahogany desk. The wood was cold, slick with the residue of spilled whiskey. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept under a heavy, grey sky, but inside, the shadows seemed to...
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