The Pale Circus
The first coil of hemp was three feet long, and it weighed four pounds, dry and stiff as a dead man’s arm. Silas Vane counted the turns. One, two, three. The square was full of people, their breath visible in the cold air, but Silas saw only the rope in his hands and the iron ring on the tower wall. The Duke’s men dragged Tom out of the shop, the boy’s feet scraping the cobblestones, leaving...
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