The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it was erased from the sky, a gray static that pressed against the high, arched windows of the Sanatorium for the Chronically Dissonant, a place where the air tasted of wet wool and antiseptic and the silence was so heavy it had a physical weight, settling on the shoulders of the patients like a second skin that never dried. Silas Vane stood in the center of the...

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