The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sky turned the color of bruised plums. It did not storm. It did not rain. It simply broke. The light failed. The world went gray, then black, then a deep, sucking void. Malcolm stood on the ridge. He held his sword. The steel was cold. The air was still. He was the last knight of the Order of the White Star. The others were dead. Or they had fled. Or they had been eaten by the mist. It did...

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