The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Aurelius did not smell of food, but of ozone and crushed violets, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a second skin. Inspector Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his silver service medals catching the light from the chandeliers above, but his eyes were fixed on the empty chair across from him. The air was thick, humid with...

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