The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You stand at the edge of the white field, the boots heavy with the mud of a country that has forgotten your name. The air is thin here, tasteless, carrying only the scent of ozone and old blood. You are a soldier, though the uniform you wear is not of any army you recognize. It is a patchwork of grey wool and rusted metal, stiff with the residue of a war that ended decades ago, or perhaps never...

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