The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The train hissed into the station of Ashford, a sound like a long, dying breath. Elias Vance stepped onto the platform, his luggage a single, battered suitcase that felt heavier than it had in London. The air here was different; it tasted of salt and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. He was a man who counted things for a living, an actuary whose days were measured in...

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