The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Elias Thorne’s hand trembled as he lifted the quill, the ink pooling on the parchment like a dark, wet eye. The cough seized him then, a violent, rattling thing that bent his spine into a question mark, spitting a red fleck onto the desk where the founding chart of Oakhaven lay spread out. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tasting copper and old dust, and looked at the stain. It was...

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