The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The pen scratched against the wet paper, a sound like dry skin tearing, as Tonya Sokolov balanced the column of figures for the third time. Her fingers, stained with the grey ink of the municipal records, trembled slightly against the cold surface of the ledger. Outside, the fog rolled up from the Neva, thick and physical, pressing against the cellar windows of the estate until the glass...

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