The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The brass key was cold in Elias’s hand, its teeth worn smooth by years of turning locks that should not have opened. He stood in the hallway of Thorne Hall, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old fear, while the floorboards groaned beneath his weight like a living thing shifting in its sleep. His sister, Clara, lay on the sofa in the adjacent room, her breathing shallow and ragged,...

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