The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began with the taste of ash. It was a thick, gray paste. It coated the tongue. It clogged the throat. Elias woke in the infirmary. The air was cold. It smelled of boiled wool and old iron. He spat the taste away. It did not leave. He sat up. The sheets were white. They were too clean. Too bright. The room was a cell of stone. High windows let in a thin slice of moonlight. It cut...

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