The Pale Circus
You are the Keeper of the Gate, a title that holds no weight in the waking world but carries the crushing gravity of stone in this place. The city of Oria does not exist on any map drawn by ink and parchment. It is a city of breath and bone, suspended in a twilight that never deepens into night but never brightens into day. You have walked its cobblestone veins for what feels like centuries,...
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