The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream was always the same, a looping, static-filled reel of white porcelain and blue smoke, where the air tasted of copper and burnt sugar, a flavor that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with a gritty, metallic persistence that no amount of water could wash away. In this recurring nightmare, he stood in the center of a vast, circular room that felt less like a building and more like...

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