The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I. The light of short winter days does not reach the bottom of the canal, it only skims the surface and leaves the water below in a permanent, bruised twilight. I am Zaiton Hartono, and I am thirty-two years old, a scribe who knows the weight of every ink stain on his hands and the exact cost of a winter’s worth of coal for the mill that employs half the town. The deed for the mill exists, but...

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