The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The frost did not merely settle upon the glass; it invaded it, creeping across the windowpanes of the high, cold hall like a slow, silent army of white lace, erasing the world outside until there was nothing left but the grey, silent void of the interior. I stood before the Great Mirror, that monolithic slab of silvered glass that had watched the rise and fall of empires in its reflection, and...

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