The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The silence in the manor of Lord Alistair Blackwood was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow. It was the silence of a held breath, the kind that precedes the breaking of a bone or the shattering of glass. Outside, the autumn wind howled against the high stone walls, tearing at the bare branches of the yew trees, but within the...

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