The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One Fatuma Farah’s hands were slick with the residue of the fence post, the wood splintered and wet from the unseasonal rain that had soaked the highlands for three days straight. She hauled the last length of wire over the iron staple, her shoulder screaming under the weight of the coil. The wind bit through her shirt, cold and sharp, carrying the metallic tang of the harbor mud that...

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