The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream is always the same: a pale stag standing in the center of the library, its antlers branching like frozen lightning, dissolving into a fine, grey ash that settles on your eyelashes. You wake with the taste of soot in your mouth and the scent of old paper in your nose. It is November, 1893, and the wind outside the high windows of Vane House howls like a wounded animal, rattling the...

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