The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ledger lay open on the Guild Master’s desk, its pages thick with the ink of judgment, and I stood before him with my hands still stained the color of old blood. "You have until Friday, Silas," Alderman Vane said, his voice dry as the lye water that stripped the hair from the hides. "Pay the debt of your father’s shop, or the Magistrate’s men will take the keys. And the tools. And the name."...

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