The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron links of the net lay scattered across the frost-bitten heath like the shattered teeth of a broken jaw, each ring turned to fine, rust-colored dust that smelled of old blood and wet earth. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the failed circle, his hands trembling not from the cold that bit through his threadbare coat, but from the sheer, violent impossibility of what had just occurred,...

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