The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The perimeter was breached at 0300 hours. Detective Elias Thorne stood on the wet gravel of the courtyard, his hand resting on the cold steel of his sidearm. The air smelled of ozone and wet concrete, a sterile scent that masked the deeper, more organic rot of the place. He was a man of geometry and protocol, a creature of straight lines and right angles in a world that had grown too curved and...

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