The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a sigh. It rose from the floorboards of the old textile mill on the outskirts of Ashworth, a gray, weeping exhalation that smelled of wet wool and forgotten winters. Elias Vane stood at the perimeter, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, watching the smoke curl into the twilight like a dark ribbon unspooling from a spool. He was a man...

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