The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in Manhattan did not wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker, a cold film that Elias Thorne felt on his skin as he stood before the reinforced steel door of the loft. He was forty-two, with a reputation for cheap wit that cost him more clients than it ever won, and right now, that wit felt like a rusty hinge in a door that refused to open. Inside, behind three inches of...

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