The Faded Masquerade

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Chapter One The air in the East End tastes of coal dust and old iron. I am Faye Cavett, a constable with twelve years on the force, and I have just woken from a dream of a rotting apple core that I have seen every night for a month. The dream is specific. The core is black, pulpy, and it smells of vinegar and wet earth. It sits in the center of a white plate, and the plate is on a table in a...

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