The Faded Masquerade

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and brittle, like a twig snapped under a boot. Elias did not look up from the ledger. His fingers, thick and knotted at the knuckles, hovered over the inkwell. He was fifty-two. His knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the fact that his body was a machine running out of oil. The clock...

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