The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the village like a shroud refusing to be lifted, and within the damp rot of the old manor house, where the wallpaper peeled away in long, sickly strips, Elias Thorne stood before a mirror that had ceased to reflect the man he was, showing instead only the ghost of what he had been, a...

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