The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The leather of the gauntlet was cracking, a dry, brittle sound that seemed to echo in the hollow of Elias’s chest as he sat alone in the back of the stable, the smell of hay and old sweat thick in the air, a scent that had become so woven into his skin that he could no longer tell where the man ended and the tool began, and he stared at the chipped paint on the knuckle guard, a pale blue that...

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