The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began with the smell of iron. Not rust. Not blood. Just the cold, metallic tang of old machinery waking up. Thomas stood in the center of the arena. The floor was dirt, packed hard by generations of hooves and boots. Above him, a canopy of canvas stretched wide, stained yellow by time and smoke. It was a circus. But the animals were gone. Only the cages remained. Great iron ribs of...

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