The Faded Masquerade

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The magistrate’s mouth hung open, a black gash in the pale flesh of his jaw, and the smell of copper was thick enough to taste on the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue. "He said it was the tincture," the coroner whispered, leaning over the body with a reverence that felt like mockery in the damp, fog-choked study. "He said your brother made it for him. A gift." Elias did not answer. He stood there,...

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