The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bread was stale. It had been for three days, yet I ate it with a hunger that felt physical, a gnawing void in the center of my chest that no amount of dry crumbs could fill. I am Alden, a man of few words and fewer possessions, wandering the frozen wastes of the northern kingdom where the snow does not melt until the summer solstice. I carry no sword. I carry a loaf. Or rather, I carried...

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