The Pale Circus
The winter that broke the bones of the valley did not arrive with a whisper but with a shriek, a tearing of the sky that left the residents of Oakhaven shivering not from the cold, but from the sudden, terrifying realization that the world they had known was a thin veneer over something far older and far more indifferent. It was a season when the frost did not merely settle on the ground but...
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