The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One Frank Pell owed forty dollars to the distillery, a sum that felt heavier than the oak barrels he rolled at dawn. The drizzle had been falling for three days, soaking the clay of the hollow and turning the path to the cabin into a slick, sucking mud that tore at his boots. He stood on the porch, watching the fog roll off the river, and thought about the cobbler’s last, child-size,...

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