The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fever did not begin with a chill, but with a silence so profound it felt like the air itself had been siphoned away from the room, leaving only the dry, dusty scent of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of blood. I lay upon the cold stone floor of the archive, the only living soul within the labyrinthine walls of the university’s forgotten sub-basement, where the light did not reach...

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