The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Elias, come here. The voice did not come from a person but from the air itself, a dry, rasping summons that echoed in the vaulted ceiling of the refectory. Elias stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, terrifying lightness of his fingers. He looked down at them, expecting to see the skin he had known for thirty years, the skin stained with iodine...

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