The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The brass seal sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a river stone, its surface etched with the insignia of the Oakhaven Constabulary, a circle of thorns surrounding a single, stylized eye. He turned it over, his thumb tracing the groove of the lettering, a tremor in his hand blurring the metal’s reflection in the dusty light of the town square. The air around him did not still; it...

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