The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the jagged, soot-blackened sky. Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak doors of the Bureau of Border Integrity, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the fear that he was about to lose the only thing that mattered. He was forty-five years old, a man...

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