The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The salt air had long since rotted the joinery of the ancestral halls, turning the oak into a sponge that wept brine in the humid nights. You stood before the tall, silvered pane in the master bedroom, the glass fogged with the dampness that clung to the walls of Thorne Manor like a second skin. Your hand, steady enough to hold a rifle in a storm, trembled as you reached out, not to touch the...

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