The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet concrete, a scent that belonged to no memory I could claim but felt as familiar as the lining of my own skull. I stood on the edge of a vast, circular arena, the ground beneath my boots slick with a black, viscous fluid that mirrored the bruised purple of the sky above. This was the Pale Circus, though it bore no tents, no bright lights, only the...

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