The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the town of Oakhaven hung heavy and thick, tasting of coal smoke and wet wool, as if the very atmosphere had grown tired of holding up the gray November sky. It was the season of the annual harvest festival, a tradition so entrenched in the local calendar that it seemed less like a celebration and more like a ritual performed out of sheer, stubborn inertia, a communal act of defiance...

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