The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world outside the high windows of the Ashworth manor into a watercolor blur. I sat in the library, my back against the leather of the old wingback chair, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my trousers, a cold that sat deep in my bones like a stone. "You're shaking again, Thomas," said Elias. He was...

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