The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the grounds of Harrowgate Manor into a slurry of mud and decaying leaves, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the apothecary room, his hands hovering over the copper alembic with the trembling precision of a man trying to hold a soap bubble. He was fifty-two years old, and he had spent the last decade perfecting...

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