The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink was black. Not the blue-black of the registrar’s pen, nor the violet of the mayor’s signature. It was a deep, viscous void. Julian Vane held the quill with the precision of a surgeon. His hand did not tremble. In the industrial age, tremors were for men who felt things. Julian had outgrown feeling. He had outgrown the soft, porous mess of a human heart. He had replaced it with the cold,...

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