The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it merely changed density, thickening until the world outside the stone walls of the magistrate’s manor became a rumor. Elias Thorne stood at the iron gate, his hands gripping the cold bars until the knuckles whitened, while Lord Vane sat on the porch above, smoking a pipe that smelled of burnt peat and authority. "You seek the Whispering Moss, Thorne," Vane...

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