The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that pressed against the windows of Thorne Manor until the glass groaned under the weight of the dampness. Elias sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth, his hands resting on his knees, fingers long and steady, the hands of a man who had once opened chests with a surgeon’s precision and a god’s arrogance, now stripped...

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