The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell in cold, silver sheets across the courtyard of Thorne House, turning the ancient gravel into a slick, mirror-like expanse that reflected the stormy sky above. Elias Thorne stood in the center of this wet circle, his shoulders hunched against the chill, clutching a small glass vial that contained a clear, viscous liquid. He was forty-two, a philologist of considerable repute, yet...

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