The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ledger book was slick with a damp that did not smell of rain or coffee, but of cold iron and old dust. Elias Thorne turned the page, his finger tracing the line of accounts, the ink bleeding slightly into the paper as if the numbers themselves were sweating. Outside the window of the Oakhaven Municipal Accounts office, the sky was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the presence of the...

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