The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall upon the cobblestones of Aldersgate so much as it seeped, a cold and persistent weeping that turned the ancient flagstones into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight of the watchmen who patrolled the perimeter, their shadows stretching long and distorted across the wet pavement like the limbs of drowned men reaching for a shore they would never touch. You stood in...

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