The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne. The name was not spoken by a human voice, but by the wind itself, a low, grinding moan that rattled the iron bars of the Blackwood Asylum gate as if a giant were trying to force them open. Elias Thorne stood alone in the yard, the snowdrifts around his boots reaching the height of his knees, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps that tasted of rust and old iron. He was forty...

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