The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not fall; it descended, a slow, grey curtain of mist that erased the horizon and blurred the line between the earth and the sky, a perpetual dampness that settled into the marrow of the bone and the weave of the wool, a climate that demanded not endurance but a specific, technical surrender to the cold, for here the air was not merely wet but heavy,...

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