The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The seal is not for sale, Silas. Lord Aldous Vane spoke the words with the dry, brittle crackle of old parchment being folded, his eyes fixed not on the investigator standing before him, but on the trembling hand that held the quill. The air in the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor did not smell of the stale wine or the roasting pheasant that had been the centerpiece of the evening’s feast; it...

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