The Pale Circus
Chapter One Did you think the moth was there for you, or for the work? Mathilde DeClouet stood at the iron table, the needle held between her teeth, her eyes fixed on the white insect that had settled on the steam vent. It was a large thing, its wings folded with a precision that mocked the chaos of the laundry. Outside, the wind off the ice field bit through the gaps in the window frames, a...
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