The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, gray exhalation from the bruised belly of the sky that settled into the marrow of the bones of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he stood on the threshold of the decommissioned municipal water treatment plant in the industrial outskirts of Kettering. The building was a hulking beast of rusted iron and cracked concrete, a relic of a time when the city...

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