The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I The market of Isfahan moved with the heavy, rhythmic grind of commerce, a river of cloth and copper that swallowed the light of the low, endless cloud. Ahmad Parsa stood at the edge of the thoroughfare, his hands buried in the pockets of his constable’s coat, feeling the cold iron of a key that had lost its teeth. He was thirty-two, and the deadline to register his father’s name on the list...

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