The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the valley smelled of wet stone and old blood. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the soft earth. Below him, the mist rolled in thick and white, swallowing the trees. He could not see the bottom. He could not see the path. He could only feel the pull of the ground beneath his feet, a magnetic drag that tugged at his bones. He was a prisoner here. Not in a...

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