The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne. The name hung in the cold air, spat out by Inspector Halloway like a piece of gravel. I stood in the mud of the yard behind the station, my boots sinking into the slurry, watching the man in the pale coat being dragged forward by two constables. He was thin, his ribs showing through the wool like the struts of a broken window. We were in Oakhaven, 1912, a town that smelled of coal dust...

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