The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The departure was not a farewell, but a severing, like a wire snapping under the weight of its own tension. Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the rural station, the November air biting at his exposed skin, while the train hissed a final, mournful note into the grey mist. He did not look back at the station master, nor at the empty bench where his wife, Clara, had sat only moments before....

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