The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the horizon and the memory of the road. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the abandoned quarry, his boots sinking into the wet clay, and watched the steam rise from his breath. It was a cold morning, the kind that seeped into the bones and settled there, refusing to leave. He adjusted the strap of...

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