The Faded Masquerade

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The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Ironworks suspended like cages of frozen fire, casting long, jagged shadows across the polished floor. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ballroom, his night-watchman’s uniform stained with the soot of the shift he had just finished. He was thirty-two, his hands rough and cracked, but his eyes were fixed on the dance floor where the wealthy moved in a...

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