The Pale Circus
Chapter One Rory MacBain is the name on the pension denial letter, a slip of paper so thin it tears at the edges where I have folded it and unfolded it until the ink blurs, and it sits on the table beside a medical printer that is low on filament, its spool empty and clicking softly in the silence of the flat. I am thirty-two, a constable by trade and a vacuum welder by necessity, and the...
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