The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One I remember the light in the crypt not as darkness, but as a physical weight, pressing against my eyelids like wet wool. It is a strange thing to recall the angle of the sun through a grate that no longer exists, or the specific way the dust motes hung suspended in the air, indifferent to the man dying in their midst. I was thirty-two years old, Gaspard Bouchard, a scribe bound by...

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