The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink cost three shillings a vial, a sum that made your stomach turn every time you uncorked the bottle, for it meant another week of bread and cheese scraped from the pantry, another hour of your life bled out onto the parchment to secure a pension of forty pounds a year, a pittance that Lord Vane called a generous endowment for a woman of your modest talents. You counted the hours remaining...

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