The Faded Masquerade

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The invitation was a slip of parchment so thin it felt like a dried leaf, weighted with wax that had cooled into a jagged, ugly scar. Elias Thorne held it up to the gaslight in his cramped room above the chandler’s shop, the paper trembling in his fingers not from fear but from the sheer, physical effort of keeping his hand steady after twelve hours of hauling crates of tallow down the wet...

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