The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had been falling on the roof of the Whitmore estate for three days, a persistent, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the silence of the house. It was a gray, featureless Tuesday, the kind of day that erased the distinction between morning and night. Arthur stood in the center of the library, a room lined with shelves that held the weight of centuries, and held the small, ceramic vessel...

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