The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped in three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the city into a watercolor of smudged slate and bruised violet, and Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the central station, watching the last train of the evening hiss into the dark, his breath fogging the cold air, his coat buttoned to the throat against a chill that seemed to radiate from the wet cobblestones...

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