The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud of Oakhaven was not merely wet; it was a viscous, industrial slurry that sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a grim, mechanical persistence, staining the hem of his constable’s tunic a color that matched the bruised sky above. He stood in the center of the town square, his service revolver holstered but his hand resting instinctively on the grip, watching the Pale Circus tent rise from...

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