The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the city of Oakhaven in a steady, gray sheet, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the dim streetlamps. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron. Thomas stood at the window of his small office on the fourth floor. He was a quiet man. His face was pale. His eyes were dark. He looked out at the street. The streets were empty. The...

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