The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edge of the asphalt and the sky into a single, indistinct plane. Inside the precinct’s break room, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat with his back to the wall, his uniform pressed and immaculate, a stark contrast to the squalor that seemed to seep through...

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