The Pale Circus
The hall of the Grand Meridian Circus was not built of canvas and timber, but of stone and silence, a fortress of memory that had stood at the edge of the world for a thousand years. It was a place where the air tasted of old dust and dried lavender, where the banners hanging from the high rafters did not flutter in wind but hung rigid as stiff wings, painted with lions and stars in colors that...
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