The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne, you’re bleeding on the floor again. The voice belonged to the foreman, Mr. Halloway, who stood in the doorway of the workshop with his arms crossed, his face a mask of professional concern that did not quite reach the tightness of his jaw. I was on my knees, my right hand clamped around a jagged piece of brass that had torn free from the escapement, the metal biting into the flesh of my...

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