The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the town of Blackwood Hollow tasted of wet coal dust and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a flavor that had settled into the marrow of every resident during the long, soot-stained winter. It was the kind of cold that did not merely sit on the skin but burrowed deep, seeking the warmth of the blood to extinguish it. At the center of the community stood the old ironworks, a jagged...

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