The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog in the valley of the Ashworth Paper Mill did not merely obscure; it consumed. It was a thick, grey wool that wrapped around the wooden pilings of the pier and settled into the lungs of anyone who stood too long on the dock, erasing the distinction between the river water and the sky above. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the pier, her fingers gripping the cold, splintered wood until...

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