The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and old paper. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, heavy and suffocating. Margot stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the hum of conversations that sounded like static. She was the Chief Inspector of the Municipal Integrity Division. A title that meant nothing to the people in the room. They...

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