The Pale Circus
The sky above the ironworks did not break; it simply ceased to hold, shattering into a million jagged shards of grey and rust that fell like the debris of a broken mirror onto the cobblestones, and in the silence that followed the impact, Elias Vane stood with his head tilted back, watching the fragments of the world dissolve into a haze of steam and coal dust, feeling the weight of the...
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