The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the border barracks did not wash the coal dust from the air; it merely made it heavier, a greasy film that coated the inside of your lungs and the brass fittings of the doorframe. You stood before Inspector General Halloway, a man whose uniform was so crisp it seemed to repel the dampness of the room, while he held your father’s silver compass with the detached curiosity of a...

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