The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne, you are late for the shift, and the fog is thick enough to chew on. The voice of the foreman, Mr. Gable, drifted through the mist of the mill floor, carrying the weight of a threat that had been hanging over my head for three years, ever since my brother Arthur died owing the Magistrate more than we could ever scrape together from the wages of two men. I was forty-two years old, my...

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