The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tent smelled of sawdust and old rain, a scent that had seeped into the canvas over seventeen seasons of touring circuits. James Hathaway knew every ridge and depression of that floor as a cartographer knows coastlines. He moved through the pre-show hours with the economy of a man who had stopped counting his twenty-threes. Below him, in the center ring, the trapeze artists were hanging....

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