The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell above the door of the shop on Holloway Street did not ring; it sighed. It was a heavy, brass sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the centuries in which it had hung, a sound that Edith Vane knew as well as she knew the particular ache in her left knee that flared when the barometer dropped. She stood behind the counter, polishing a pair of spectacles that belonged to no one and...

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