The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the pavement into a mirror of murky reflection, and you stood in the center of the main square, your boots sinking into the sludge, feeling the cold seep through the leather and into your bones, a cold that matched the hollow ache in your chest where the heart used to...

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