The Pale Circus
The ice broke with a sound like a single, giant bone snapping in the dark. I stood on the drifting shard, the wood of my staff slick with frost and my own trembling sweat, watching the world dissolve into a white, churning abyss. It was not water below me, but a void of swirling, pale mist, a realm where the laws of gravity had forgotten their names. I am Caelen, and I was the Warden of the...
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