The Faded Masquerade

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The whistle blew, a long, ragged shriek that tore through the soot-thick air of Blackwood, and with it came the voice of Foreman Halloway, barking Elias’s name like a command to a dog that had been sleeping too long on the porch. Elias Thorne stood by the great iron gates, his hands rough and dark with the dust of the machinery, listening to the crunch of boots on the gravel and the distant,...

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