The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of St. Jude’s Asylum, a rhythmic hammering that matched the low, thrumming vibration rising from the central tower, a sound you felt in your teeth before you heard it with your ears. You were Elias Thorne, the night watchman, and you had spent the last three hours standing in the rain-slicked courtyard, holding a clipboard against your chest like...

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