The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tent smelled of sweat, rosin, and old blood. It was a thick, cloying scent that stuck to the back of the throat. Elias Vance stood in the center of the ring, his boots heavy on the sawdust. He was not a man of the circus. He was a man of the law. Or he had been, before the law had worn down like a cheap shoe on a long, gray road. "You’re late, Elias." The voice came from the shadows of the...

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