The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One The city of Vienna in the aftermath of the revolution was a machine that had forgotten how to stop, grinding through the streets with the relentless, indifferent rhythm of a factory shift, where the cobblestones were slick with the grime of industry and the air tasted of coal dust and old blood. I am Heide Hoffmann, a spirit of the industrial undercity, thirty-two years old, and I...
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