The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You walk through the mud of the valley floor, the wet earth sucking at your boots with a sound that is less like a step and more like a slow, viscous tear in the fabric of the day, and the fog has not yet lifted from the pines, which stand there like grey sentinels judging your passage with a silence that feels heavy, almost physical, pressing against your eardrums until you cannot tell where...

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