The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"You are late, Elias." The voice came from the shadows of the archive. It was dry. It was factual. It sounded like the turning of a page. Elias did not turn around. He stood before the glass case. Inside, the object waited. It was a compass. Not a map compass. A soul compass. The needle was made of bone. It trembled. It did not point north. It pointed to pain. Elias was the Keeper. He was also...

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