The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the district into a slick, dark mirror. Elias Vane walked with his head low, the weight of the satchel against his back feeling less like equipment and more like a bruise. Inside the canvas bag, wrapped in oilcloth and tied with twine, lay the vials. They were small, glass cylinders filled with a...

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