The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tent was not made of canvas, but of a pale, shifting mist that smelled of ozone and old copper. It stood in the middle of a field of dry, yellowed grass, trembling slightly as if the wind were trying to blow it away, though the air was perfectly still. Thomas Bradshaw sat on a crate of salted pork, his boots muddy to the ankle, and watched the entrance flap billow without any breeze. He was...

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