The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain lashed against the stained glass of St. Jude’s Hospital, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and black, but inside, the silence was absolute and heavy. Elias Thorne stood in the main corridor, the silver locket hanging around his neck pulsing with a heat that felt less like warmth and more like a brand against his skin. He had three hours before the funeral procession for...

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