The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The great iron arches of the abandoned viaduct stood against the twilight sky like the ribs of a leviathan that had died in the age of steam, their rusted flanges peeling away in long, curling strips that resembled the dry skin of an ancient prophet, while below, in the shadowed valley where the river ran black and slow, Elara Vance adjusted the brass collar of her ceremonial sash, feeling the...

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