The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it stood in the air, a vertical forest of gray needles that turned the world into a blur of mud and iron. It was a cold, wet thing, the kind of weather that seeped into the marrow and stayed there, refusing to leave even when the sun eventually broke through the clouds to find nothing but more water. Thomas Bradshaw walked through it, his boots heavy with the...

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