The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The office of the Department of Municipal Records smelled of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had seeped into the wool of Arthur Penhaligon’s cardigan over thirty years of faithful service. Arthur was a man of modest stature and even more modest ambitions, a clerk whose life was measured in the precise, unyielding rhythm of the clock on the wall. He was not a man who looked at the sky, nor...

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