The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the bones of anyone foolish enough to walk the lower streets at dusk. Elias Thorne walked those streets. He was a man composed of sharp angles and dull regrets, his coat threadbare at the elbows, his boots leaking with every step. He was a thief, though he...

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