The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud in the ring was black and slick, tasting of iron and old rain. Silas, twelve years old and thin as a whip, hung from the trapeze bar, his fingers white-knuckled against the cold wood. Below him, the audience sat in the dark, their faces upturned, waiting for the fall. But Silas was not looking at the crowd. He was looking at the Orb. It hung in the center of the tent, a sphere of pale,...

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