The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You dream of a blade. It is not steel. It is bone. It is white and smooth and cold against your palm. You are standing in a city that does not exist. The buildings are made of fog. The streets are made of silence. You are a warrior. You have always been a warrior. But you do not know why. You only know the weight of the thing in your hand. It feels like home. It feels like the end. You wake....

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