The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The frost bit into the iron railings of St. Jude’s Yard. It was a cold that settled in the bones. Sergeant Elias Thorne pulled his collar up. He stood by the gate. The mist rolled in from the canal. It smelled of coal smoke and wet stone. He held the bird in his left hand. It was a sparrow. Small. Brown. Its wings were torn. One eye was swollen shut. It shivered against his palm. Elias looked...

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