The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the valley of Ashdown did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil that blurred the distinction between the stone of the castle and the wet earth beneath. For forty years, Thomas Vane had walked these paths, his boots heavy with the mud of seasons that seemed to loop back upon themselves, each autumn indistinguishable from the last. He was a man carved from the same rough granite as...

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