The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The roof of the apothecary wagon caved in before the first drop of rain fell. Elias Thorne watched the timber splinter, sending a cascade of shattered glass and dried herbs onto the muddy road. His daughter, Lily, lay in the back, her breath a thin, rattling whisper against the cold air. She was seven, small as a bird, and her skin had taken on the gray pallor of the moonflower tincture he...

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