The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell rang out, a shrill shriek that tore through the humid air of the industrial district. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not flinch. He stood in the center of the ring, his uniform stained with soot and old blood. The crowd was a blur of color and noise, a swirling vortex of faces that seemed to breathe in unison. He watched them. They were not people. They were the storm. Thorne was a man of...

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