The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A fine, gray mist clung to the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and dim streetlights. Elias sat at his desk. The wood was cold under his palms. He was a clerk. He filed papers. He stamped them. He moved them from left to right. The motion was rhythmic. It was the only rhythm that mattered. His brother, Julian, had left that...

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