The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The brass button of the pension form caught the lamplight, a small, cold star against the yellowed paper in Elias Thorne’s hands. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the metal’s chill seep into the skin, while the rest of his left hand lay limp and useless in his lap. It was November, 1912, and the air in the border station’s office was thick with the smell of wet wool and old...

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