The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain on the tin roof of the carriage sounded like static. It was a low, ceaseless hiss that filled the small space where Elias Thorne sat. He was not looking at the map spread across his knee. He was looking at the boy. The boy was twelve. He was called Silas. Silas was holding a tin cup of cold coffee. He was trembling. His hands shook so hard the liquid sloshed over the rim and wet the...

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