The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud in the square of Millhaven was thick and cold, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, reluctant grip that mirrored the town’s refusal to let him go. He stood in the center of the cobblestones, his coat heavy with rain, holding a small glass vial up against the gray sky. Inside, the liquid swirled with a faint, pearlescent opalescence, the last of the White Breath, a tincture he had...

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