The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron gate of the Blackwood Asylum for the Insane and the Inconvenient groaned against the rust, a sound like a dying beast clearing its throat, as I stood before it with my hands in my pockets, fingers stained with the soot of the city. It was the winter of 1904, a time when the fog in London did not merely settle but invaded, turning the gaslights into hazy halos and the pedestrians into...

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