The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, turning the cobbles of Blackwood Lane into a slick mirror of the low sky. It was a cold that bit through wool and bone, a survival struggle that left no room for pride. Elias Thorne stood at the mouth of the alley, his coat heavy with water, his hand resting on the hilt of his service revolver. He had worn the badge for twenty years. Now he wore...

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