The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell tower collapsed at dawn. It did not fall with a roar, but with a sigh. A long, wooden groan that sounded like a man clearing his throat before a confession. The stone dust hung in the cold air, settling on the frost. Elias stood in the cloister. He held his book. It was a leather-bound volume of marginalia. He had spent ten years reading it. He had spent ten years trying to fix the...

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