The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog in Harrowgate did not roll in; it simply arrived, a thick, damp wool that strangled the gaslights and muffled the sound of the river until the town felt less like a place and more like a held breath. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the dock, his hands resting on the cold iron railing, watching the water turn into a gray void. He was fifty-three years old, and his knees ached with the...

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