The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The building stood at the end of the alley like a broken tooth. It was a place of brick and iron, once a theater, now a husk. Elias Vance stood in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, watching the rain slick the cobblestones. He was a man of forty, with the weary eyes of a clerk who had counted too many ledgers. For years, he had believed the building was empty. A monument to waste. A ghost...

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