The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The frost on the windowpane had begun to melt into weeping streaks, blurring the view of the harbor where the ships lay dead in the water. Silas Vane stood in the center of the vast, echoing warehouse, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the terrible weight of what he had just seen. He was a man of trade, a merchant of rare woods and exotic dyes, yet his soul had long ago drifted from...

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