The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream was not a dream, but a waking that had forgotten how to be a waking, a gray and featureless expanse where the static hummed in the marrow of your bones, a sound like a thousand bees trapped in a jar, vibrating against the inside of your skull until you could no longer tell where your skin ended and the air began. You were standing in the yard of the Thorne Manor, though you had no...

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