The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"Get up, Thorne. We have a breach on the north sector." You jolt awake, the sweat cold on your brow, your hands slick with a phantom wetness that is not there. The dream was there, as it always is: the massive, translucent tent of the circus, vast and shimmering, suddenly cracking from the center out, the glass shards raining down to cut your palms. You rub your hands together, looking for the...

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