The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the hangar smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. It was a scent that had become the background noise of Elias Thorne’s life, a constant reminder of the machinery that kept the world turning while the world itself seemed to be unraveling. He stood by the open cargo bay door, watching the dawn break over the Pacific, the light turning the water into a sheet of...

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