The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wind off the moor did not howl; it whispered, a low, continuous murmur that seemed to come from the earth itself. I stood at the threshold of the old manor house, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that had settled over us since dawn. My brother, Julian, stood just inside the doorway, his face pale as the limestone behind him. He held the book. It was...

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