The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The grain in the troughs was untouched. I stood in the dark of the stable, my boots heavy with the damp earth of the Blackwood grounds, and watched the horses stare at me with eyes that held no fear, only a terrible, patient expectation. It was November, and the frost had begun to bite into the stone walls of the manor, a chill that seeped through the soles of my feet and settled in my bones. I...

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