The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The river did not freeze, but the air turned to a brittle glass that shattered at the slightest breath. You stand on the stone bridge, your boots heavy with the mud of the city’s lower quarters, and you watch the fog roll in from the water like a ghost trying to reclaim its body. It is the Year of the Iron Crown, and the city of Ostrava breathes with a slow, laboring rhythm, its lungs filled...

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