The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The steam hissed from the joint of the piston arm with a sound like a dying breath, a sharp, wet exhalation that cut through the heavy, oily silence of the foundry floor, where the air was so thick with the metallic taste of iron and the sulfurous bite of coal smoke that it felt less like an atmosphere and more like a viscous liquid in which Marguerite Vane was suspended, her hands wrapped in...

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