The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the stones of the Abbey and the leather of Thomas’s coat. He stood in the courtyard, the iron gate groaning behind him, listening to the silence that followed the bell. It was a silence with weight, a physical thing that pressed against his eardrums. For thirty years, Thomas had served the Order of the...

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