The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One The road out of town was a mirror of black water, reflecting nothing but the haze. Kwame Mensah walked with the vial in his pocket, feeling the glass cut into his hip. He carried his father’s severed hand, preserved in formaldehyde, the only asset left to settle the debt. The air smelled of wet cocoa and rust. He had come to the decaying estate to pay what he owed, but the weight in...

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