The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog came in thick. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the lanterns. It swallowed the city of Oakhaven, a place older than memory, where the stones remembered what the people forgot. Tomás was small. He was twelve. He was invisible. He walked the high wall. The wind bit his cheeks. It tasted of salt and rot. Below, the market square was empty. No one came out in the fog. No one...

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