The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The contract was for six months, not a lifetime, and the ink was still wet when the Ringmaster, a man with hands that looked like dried apricots, slid the parchment across the scarred wood of the table. Elias Thorne did not sign immediately; he watched the dust motes swirling in the single beam of light that cut through the canvas wall of the administrative tent, knowing that Mara was coughing...

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