The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The candlelight in the Chapel of St. Jude did not so much illuminate the room as it surrendered to the darkness pressing against the stone walls. Elara sat on the cold flagstones, her back rigid, her hands clasped in a prayer that felt less like supplication and more like a physical restraint holding her body in place while her mind wandered into the damp, rotting roots of the earth. She was...

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