The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The soup was cold. It sat in the tin bowl, a gray sludge of boiled turnips and tallow, sweating in the damp air of the tent. Elias Thorne did not smell it. He smelled only the iron tang of his own fatigue and the wet wool of his greatcoat. He was a man built of angles and silence, a former sergeant of the Border Guard, now reduced to a scarecrow in a field of mist. His hands, rough as corduroy,...

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