The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell tower cracked. It did not fall. It snapped. A clean, white fracture ran from the roofline to the base. Dust plumed like a ghost. Silence followed. Then the screaming. Elias stood in the square. He held his ledger. The cover was green. The pages were full of numbers. He watched the stone break. He felt a pull in his chest. Not fear. Recognition. The town was Alder Creek. It sat in a...

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