The Pale Circus
Chapter One Hina Mori’s hands were already wrapped in oilcloth when the taxi pulled away from the curb, the leather gloves slipping as she gripped the handle of her satchel. She was thirty-two years old, a woman whose professional license for artisan seal-carving had lapsed four years ago, and she stood on the pavement at thirty-one of Corvid Lane while the engine of the vehicle idled behind...
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