The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the moors into a churning sea of mud. In the center of this deluge stood Sir Alaric Vane, his plate armor slick and heavy, the steel groaning under the weight of the storm and his own exhaustion. He was not fighting a man. He was fighting the shadow of himself, a spectral twin that mirrored his...

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