The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mist clung to the valley floor. It was thick. Cold. It tasted of iron and rot. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. He pulled free. He stepped. The mist swallowed his feet. It swallowed his legs. It swallowed his waist. He did not look back. He could not. His spine was stiff. His heart was stone. He carried a box. It was small. Wooden. Bound in leather. It was light....

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