The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud of the Oakhaven road clung to Elara’s boots like a second skin, heavy and cold, as she walked away from the village where she had spent the last three years scrubbing floors to pay off debts she did not remember incurring. She carried a leather satchel that smelled of dried lavender and rot, and inside, against her hip, the glass vial of the Pale Elixir hummed with a faint, rhythmic...

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