The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You arrive at the gate. It is low. Stone. Moss eats the base. The air smells of wet wool and old iron. You do not knock. You push. The wood groans. It opens. Inside, the light is wrong. It is grey. It is thick. It tastes like copper on your tongue. You walk forward. Your boots scuff the dirt. You are a scholar. You have spent forty years in libraries. You have read every text on the Old Ways....

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