The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"Vane. You there, Vane?" The voice cut through the rain, sharp as a wire drawn across glass. Elias froze in the yard of the Blackwood estate, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, reluctant sound. He looked up, shielding his eyes against the gray, slanting light of the afternoon. Lord Blackwood stood on the porch, a silhouette of charcoal wool and authority, holding a ledger open to the...

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