The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the capital did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of a city that no longer cared to be seen. Elias Thorne stood on the wet threshold of the Hall of Whispers, his boots heavy with the mud of the lower districts, his coat frayed at the cuffs where the rain had bitten through the wool. He was a man carved from silence and old...

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