The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sky broke open not with thunder, but with a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. The village of Oakhaven lay in the shadow of the mill, the stone walls slick with rain that had fallen for three days without cease. It was a place where time moved like honey, thick and slow, bound by the ancient codes of the Guild of Wardens. They were keepers of the path, men who...

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