The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in Bristol did not wash the city clean, as the postcards from London promised it would, but rather it slicked the cobblestones into a mirror of grime and oil, reflecting the gas lamps until the street looked like a bruised eye that refused to close, and you stood there, Sergeant Arthur Penhaligon, your boots soaking through the leather until the cold seeped up your shins like a slow...

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