The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The gaslight hissed in the damp November air, casting long, trembling shadows against the canvas of the tent, where Dr. Elias Thorne stood with his chest heaving against the suffocating weight of his own ambition. He was thirty-four, a scholar of natural philosophy whose lungs were already failing, a hollow drum beating against ribs that felt too large for the body they housed, and he had come...

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