The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the broken, neon-bloated faces of the men and women who still walked the streets, their eyes hollowed out by a war that had ended three years ago but whose echoes still vibrated in the marrow of every survivor, a low-frequency hum that only ceased...

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