The Faded Masquerade

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"Thorne! You there, Elias?" The voice cut through the damp air of the office, sharp as a paper tear. You looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet on the last entry, a dark smudge that refused to dry. You were thirty-two, and your hands shook with the kind of tremor that comes from too much tea and too little sleep. You wanted the pin. You needed the blue morpho butterfly pin, the one...

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