The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The glass vial slipped in Elias Thorne’s palm, the weight of it suddenly treacherous, and he caught it only by the neck, his fingers white-knuckled around the cold rim. In the cramped, gas-lit shop, the air smelled of sulfur and stale dust, a scent that had seeped into the wallpaper and the linoleum over the last three weeks. He was forty-two years old, an apothecary in the industrial town of...

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