The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The train carried the smell of wet wool and coal smoke, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the lining of my greatcoat as we rattled through the grey dusk of the industrial Midlands. I had returned to the city after a decade of service in the colonial police, my uniform long since retired to a cedar chest, though the discipline of it still sat in my bones like a second spine. I was not...

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