The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The perimeter fence hummed with a low, electric thrum. It was a sound that sat just below the threshold of hearing, a vibration that settled in the molars and the base of the skull. Elias Thorne adjusted the straps of his tactical harness. The nylon bit into his shoulders. He checked his watch. 0300. The shift was long. The air in Sector Four was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and wet...

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