The Pale Circus
In the dying years of the nineteenth century, there was a travelling circus called the Grand Pavillon of Saint-Denis. It arrived without warning, pitching its enormous canvas city in the mud-flats beyond the old abattoir, and within a single afternoon the village of Saint-Léonard believed itself possessed by magic. The tents rose like white mountains against the bruised...
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