The Pale Circus
The mud at the edge of the military camp had turned to a thick, sucking paste that swallowed your boots with every step, a physical weight that mirrored the heaviness in your chest as you approached the canvas structure. You were Elias Thorne, a scholar of folklore whose life had recently fractured under the weight of a telegram announcing your brother Julian’s death at the Somme, and now you...
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