The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sword was cold in your hand. It had been cold for thirty years. You stood in the square of Oakhaven, the cobblestones slick with morning mist. The town slept beneath a sky the color of old bruises. You were not a man here. You were a mistake. A shadow that refused to leave. The villagers watched you from behind shuttered windows. They did not speak. They did not need to. The silence was a...

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