The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The road out of Ashford was not a path so much as a scar, a jagged line of mud and broken stone that cut through the grey belly of the autumn, and it was along this wound that the boy named Elias walked, his boots heavy with the damp earth of the lowlands, carrying within the hollow of his chest a silence that was louder than the wind whipping against his cloak. He was fourteen, a age where the...

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