The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell in a steady, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Grand Palace courtyard into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the weeping faces of the stone gargoyles that lined the high walls. Elias Thorne stood beneath the narrow overhang of the service entrance, counting the drops that struck the rim of the stone basin before him, a habit born of twelve years spent in the archives...

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