The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharpness of the stones. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the market square, his back to the town, watching the mist coil around the ancient oaks that lined the perimeter. He had been walking for three days, his boots heavy with the mud of the lowlands, and his chest felt...

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