The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The nightmare was always the same, a pale face with no features staring out from a tattered red nose, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the dampness of sweat clinging to his skin. It was the winter of 1912, and the city of Ironhaven was a beast of soot and steam, where the factory whistles screamed through the fog like wounded animals. He sat up in the narrow bed of...

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