The Faded Masquerade

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Act I The delta of dead reeds along the waterfront had not changed since the shock therapy, yet the air tasted of rust and wet ash. Frank Barlow walked the perimeter of the industrial zone, his boots sinking into the mud that had once been a parking lot, the weight of the sealed pardon in his breast pocket a physical ache against his ribs. He was thirty-four, a constable who had spent twelve...

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