The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the border town of Kael did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet ash and old iron. Elias Thorne coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to shake the fillings in his teeth, and wiped a smear of blood from his lip with a sleeve that was already dark with moisture. He was forty-five, a man who had spent two decades tracking missing persons and...

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