The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rusted iron key bit into the palm of Elias Thorne, its jagged teeth pressing white crescents into flesh that had not healed since the morning’s labor in the sawmill. He stood in the mud of the Pale Circus, the ground sucking at his boots with a wet, gluttonous sound that seemed to swallow the low groan of the wind moving through the skeletal ribs of the tents. In his other hand, he clutched...

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