The Pale Circus
The train hissed to a halt at Oakhaven Station, the steam curling around your legs like a cold, wet snake, and you stepped onto the platform with the heavy, metallic weight of your service revolver against your hip. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a constable with twelve years of service and a debt to the bank that eats your sleep, and you have come here for one reason: the...
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