The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You hold the ledger in your hands, the paper slick with grease and old sweat, the spine cracked and brittle. It is a small book, bound in leather that has gone soft and dark, and it smells of the boiler room, of coal dust and wet iron. You are Silas Vane, thirty-two years old, and you have been the night watchman at the Harrowgate Textile Mill for six years, six years of walking the catwalks...

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