The Pale Circus
Act I "Did you think the floor would hold?" Ravi asked, his voice flat against the hum of the electric sander. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Priya Ansari pry up the warped oak planks in the hallway of the estate at one hundred and twenty-six of Stonecutter Alley. The wood groaned, a dry, splintering sound that seemed to echo in the empty rooms. Priya did not look...
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