The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it leaked from the sky, a thin, persistent weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven to black glass. Elias stood at the edge of the square, his coat damp, his hands trembling in his pockets. He watched the figure walking away. Thomas. His best friend. His brother in all but blood. Thomas did not look back. He walked with the steady, hollow gait of a man...

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