The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the valley tasted of copper and old rain. Elara stood at the edge of the treeline, her fingers tight around the hilt of a sword that had not seen steel in three centuries. She was not a woman of this age, nor of any age that the living could claim. She was a remnant, a ghost tethered to a flesh that refused to rot. Beside her, on the mossy earth, lay the Beast. It was not a wolf, nor...

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