The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, rhythmic pull, a sound like a slow exhale that had been held too long. You are Elias. The name tastes like iron on the back of your tongue, a flavor you have carried for thirty-two years without swallowing. You are looking for the Stag. It is a simple thing, a job, a task assigned by the silence that lives in your ribs. The fog in the marsh is thick, a...

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