The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain does not fall so much as it is imposed, a heavy, grey curtain that presses against the windows of the manor house, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and rotting leaves, and you are standing in the center of the long gallery, your hands slick with sweat, your breathing a ragged tear in the silence, holding a sword that has become so light it feels like a hollow bone, a...

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