The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight in trembling, amber shards. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the harbor, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the wool heavy with the dampness of the air and the weight of his own unspoken grief. He was watching the...

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