The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The root is too dry. You hold it up to the lamp, turning it in your fingers, and the smell hits you before you look: iron and old pennies. Lord Vane stands behind you, his shadow long and thin in the apothecary’s dim light. You have been grinding opium for six hours, your hands stained black to the wrist, your back aching with a dull, rhythmic throb. Vane does not move. He does not speak. He...

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