The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ash falls like snow that has forgotten how to melt, settling in the creases of your collar and the hollows of your eyelids, a grey powder that tastes of old paper and burnt hair, and you stand in the center of the Great Hall of the Order of the Iron Veil, the air so thick with the scent of ozone and charred wood that your lungs burn with every shallow breath you take, while the chandeliers...

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