The Pale Circus

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2026-08-18 02:15:09 -

The Pale Circus

You stand at the edge of the moor. The wind here is a living thing. It pulls at your cloak. It pulls at your skin. You feel the cold. It is a sharp tooth. It bites. You do not flinch. You are used to the bite. You are used to the cold. You are the thing that lives in the cracks of the stone. You are the shadow that moves when the moon is high. You are not human. Not quite. You are something...

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