The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The glass bottle sat on the dashboard, catching the dying light of the afternoon sun and turning it into a jagged shard of amber. It was not a bottle of wine, nor a flask of spirits, but a simple, clear vessel that Elias Thorne had carried with him for three years, ever since he had left the cold, gray streets of London for the endless, flat expanse of the American Midwest. The glass was thick...

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