The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wind in the borderlands does not howl; it whispers, a low, sibilant threat that rattles the teeth in one’s skull and strips the color from the world, leaving only a monochrome of gray mist and pale stone. I am Elias Thorne, and I have walked for three days without sleep, my boots caked in the mud of a war that ended two years ago but never truly stopped bleeding from my soul. I seek the...

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