The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall is a mouth that does not close. You stand in the center of the sawdust, the air thick with the smell of roasted pork and stale beer. Around you, the crowd is a living wall of bodies, pressing in with a silence that feels heavy, like water. You are the beast. Or rather, you are the thing they think is a beast. Your name is Elias, or perhaps it was, before you crossed the border and...

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