The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones as he walked the muddy track toward the edge of the moor. It was a landscape devoid of distinct seasons, a place where the boundary between earth and sky had long since eroded into a uniform, damp indifference. Elias had been...

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