The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The carts rattled over the cobblestones of Vrak before the sun cleared the iron chimneys, a rhythmic grinding that shook the dust from the eaves of the pilgrim road. In the shadow of the last village, where the red desert of iron and spinifex met the grey soot of the industrial belt, Deepak Mehta stood at the window of his cell. He was thirty-two, a warden of the Bureau, and he wanted only to...

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