The Pale Circus
Chapter One In the coastal towns of the early two thousands, the light did not set so much as it faded, a slow, grey bleed that left the world suspended in a permanent, uncertain dusk. Vernon Dobbs stood at the edge of the delta rice fields, the salt air biting at the frayed cuffs of his work shirt, watching the mist coil around the skeletal remains of the fishing fleet auctioned off that...
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