The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the city into mirrors of the broken sky. Elias Vane stood in the center of the intersection, his back to the alleyway that smelled of wet ash and old iron, and he watched the police line tighten around the square like a noose. He was a tall man, gaunt as a winter birch, with hands that...

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