The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth, a relentless, grey hammering that turned the cobblestones of the old port district into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the jagged, dying gasps of the gas lamps that flickered like broken teeth in the mouth of the night. Silas Vane stood at the center of the narrow, claustrophobic courtyard of the abandoned textile mill, his...

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