The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One The air in the archive tasted of wet wool and old paper, a heavy, cloying weight that pressed against the back of my throat. I woke from a fever-dream of a rotting tent, my hands trembling so violently that the brass compass in my palm rattled against the desk’s linoleum surface. The object was cold, worn smooth by twenty years of my father’s grip, a relic from the time before he...

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