The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The frost had not yet melted from the iron gates of the manor, a rigid lattice that seemed to claw at the gray sky, but inside the great hall, the air was thick with the scent of wax and decay. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hands shaking not from the cold, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the silence that pressed against his eardrums. He had come back to the house...

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