The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in Ironbridge did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, industrial mist that soaked into the bones and the brickwork alike. Elias Thorne stood in the alley behind the precinct, his hand outstretched, fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had gathered around him. He had served twenty-two years. Twenty-two years of overtime, of broken...

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