The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the slate roof of the inn. A sound like bones breaking. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner. He did not look up. His hands rested on the table. They were steady. They were always steady. That was the problem. A door burst open. Wind rushed in. It carried the smell of wet wool and ozone. Three men entered. They wore the grey coats of the High Magistrates....

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