The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The water in the reservoir behind the mill had turned the color of rust before the first frost. You knew this because you had spent the previous three nights watching the gauge, your breath hanging in the cold air like a ghost, your fingers numb around the railing. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a man who had once held a saber in the cavalry and now held a lantern, and your life...

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