The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old city, turning the gray stone into a mirror for the sky. It was a heavy, persistent rain. It washed the dust from the gutters. It slicked the roofs of the narrow houses. It made the world soft. It made the world quiet. Thomas stood by the window. He held a small, silver compass in his hand. It was old. The brass had tarnished. The needle trembled. It...

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