The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in long, silver sheets that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into mirrors, reflecting the grey sky and the skeletal branches of the elms. You walked through the mud, your boots heavy with the silt of the valley. You were a merchant of small wonders, a man who traded in trinkets and tinctures, but your true stock was patience. You carried a...

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