The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The glass did not shatter with a sound so much as it exhaled, a long, ragged sigh of air escaping the vacuum of its own existence. You are standing in the center of the workshop, your hands slick with the residue of the kiln, the heat of the fire still radiating through the soot-stained apron you have worn for three days without removing it. The object before you, the culmination of your...

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