The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fire started in the lungs. Not the hearth. Not the chimney. It began deep in the chest, a slow ignition of ash and heat that spread to the shoulders, then the arms. Elias Vane felt the warmth before the pain. He stood in the center of the town square, the cobblestones cold beneath his boots, watching the smoke curl from his own skin. It was not black smoke. It was white. Thick and opaque,...

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