The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the Hollow of Whispers did not smell of decay, but of ozone and crushed lavender, a scent so sharp it cut the back of my throat before I even drew breath. I sat alone on a bench carved from a single, petrified rib of some ancient leviathan, watching the spores drift in the perpetual twilight. Here, time was not a river, but a viscous syrup, thick and golden, coating the edges of...

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