The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog in Oakhaven did not drift; it settled, a heavy, grey wool that strangled the light and muted the sound of the world until the town felt less like a place and more like a held breath. I stood before the magistrate’s office, the stone steps slick with condensation, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the violation of being told to leave. I am Elias Thorne, a clockmaker of forty...

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