The Pale Circus
Silas Vane, you will stay at the post until further notice. The voice of Commander Halloway did not carry the weight of command so much as the dry friction of paper against a desk, a bureaucratic rasp that seemed to scrub the air clean of any warmth. He stood in the doorway of the barracks, his breath pluming in the bitter draft that seeped through the cracks of the ancient stone, his eyes...
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