The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The smell of burnt sugar and horse sweat hung in the air like a heavy, sweet fog, settling into the clothes of the men who gathered around the fire. It was a cold night in the old quarter of the city, where the cobblestones were slick with rain and the gas lamps sputtered against the wind. Silas stood apart from the main group, his hands wrapped around a clay mug that had long since gone cold....

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