The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog in the valley of Ashworth was not merely weather, but a substance, thick and grey as wool, which pressed against the windows of the old millhouse with a persistent, silent insistence. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the floor, his back straight against the grain of the oak planks, his hands resting on his knees, steady as stone. He was a man of advanced years, his face a map of deep...

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