The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The jar sat on the counter. It was a standard glass vessel, thick-walled, holding a slurry of amber and grey. Inside, something pulsed. Not liquid. Not solid. A suspended particulate. A suspension of will. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on his apron. The fabric was stiff with old stains, grease and blood and the metallic tang of ozone. He was a restorer. A fixer of things that had broken in ways...

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