The Pale Circus
Elias Thorne’s hand shook as he closed the leather cover of the ledger, the sound a dull thud in the silent room. The air in the bedroom was thick with the damp chill of the fever that had taken Mara, and the only movement was the slow rise and fall of her chest, shallow and labored against the coarse wool blanket. He stood by the bedside for a long moment, watching the sweat bead on her...
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