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Prologue
July, 1893
It was dark by the time the circus arrived in Liverpool. Enormous wooden wheels creaked as they rolled through squelching, uneven mud. “Is this it?” the man driving the leading cart asked, looking out at the veil of torrential rain. In the drenched warmth of the summer night, ev…
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