The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The silver locket lay in the palm of my hand, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed, its surface fractured into a dozen jagged shards that caught the gaslight in the alleyway. I am Elias Thorne, formerly of the Metropolitan Constabulary, now a man of forty-two years whose heart beats with the erratic, failing rhythm of a machine running on empty. It is the fourteenth of November,...

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