The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Ha-jun Lim had not slept in three days, a fact that weighed on him like wet wool, as he stood at the edge of the fjord where the water turned black under the afternoon thunder. He was thirty-two, a man whose hands were calloused from washing the linens of the asylum at seventy-one of Stonecutter Alley, and he was here to retrieve Elara, his wife, who had vanished into the court of the Pale...

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