The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mist did not merely settle upon the valley; it seemed to exude from the very bones of the earth, a thick, grey wool that strangled the light and turned the world into a ghost of itself. I stood at the edge of the terrace, the stone cold and slick beneath my boots, watching the fog swallow the distant peaks until they were no more than smudges of charcoal on a pale canvas. It was a silence...

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