The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the line between the road and the fields beyond, turning the world into a wet, breathing thing. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the cab of his battered truck, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic groan that vibrated through his bones. He was a man carved from silence and duty, his uniform pressed until the seams seemed...

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