The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The vial was cold, the glass slick with condensation that tasted faintly of iron. Elias Thorne held it up to the grey light filtering through the carriage window, watching the pale, milky suspension settle at the bottom. It was the only thing left in the world that mattered, the only weight in his satchel that did not feel like ash. Outside, the mud of the road sucked at the carriage wheels, a...

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