The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I woke with the taste of iron and dust in my mouth, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old grease. It was that peculiar hour before dawn when the town of Harrow’s End holds its breath, suspended between the dying night and the waking day. I lay still in the narrow bed of the boarding house, listening to the rain tap against the single pane of glass, a rhythmic, persistent sound that...

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