The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray suspension of moisture that clung to the eaves of the Grand Hotel and dripped with the patience of a man who has nowhere else to be. Elias Thorne stood on the wet cobblestones, his hands buried deep in the pockets of a coat that had seen better decades, watching the facade of the building that loomed before him like a tombstone for the old...

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