The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that settled into the wool of coats and the cracks of cobblestones. It was a damp, ancient kind of weather, the sort that made the town feel less like a place on a map and more like a memory waiting to be forgotten. Silas Thorne walked through the main square with his hands deep in the pockets of his trench coat, his...

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