The Pale Circus
Chapter One In Oakhaven, the air did not simply exist; it accumulated, a heavy, soot-choked sediment that settled into the pores of the skin and the weave of the wool, making the distinction between the living and the dead a matter of mere breath. Eira Jenkins, thirty-two years old and employed as a runner for the pawnbroker’s office at fifty-eight of Gallows Corner, worked with a precision...
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