The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain hammered against the corrugated tin of the border outpost, a relentless, metallic drumming that had worn Elias Thorne’s nerves to a fraying thread. He stood before the desk of General Halloway, his uniform soaked, the fabric heavy with water and the accumulated grime of a decade on the line. Halloway did not look up from the map spread before him, his fingers tracing the jagged line of...

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