The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You wake in the bed that is no longer yours, the sheets smelling faintly of lavender and the stale, metallic tang of old blood. The room is large and dim, the air still and heavy with the dust of centuries, a liminal space where time has lost its grip and simply pooled in the corners like stagnant water. You are a man who has spent his life in the service of order, a guardian of the quiet,...

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