The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bronze bell hung heavy in Elias Thorne’s hands, its surface cold and slick with the condensation of the cellar where it had slept for centuries. He lifted it, feeling the drag of the metal against his grip, a weight that seemed to pull directly from his wrists into the marrow of his bones. Outside, the wind howled off the frozen moors of Oakhaven, a sound like a saw dragging through wet...

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