The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the town square into black mirrors, reflecting the grey sky in distorted, trembling shapes. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands clasped behind his back. He wore the uniform of the Warden, a heavy wool coat that smelled of damp wool and old brass. The crowd was dense, a sea of woolen hats and anxious...

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