The Pale Circus
Chapter One The light in the high desert is a physical weight, pressing against the back of the skull until the bones ache. I had been at the outpost for three days, and the silence was so deep it felt like a substance I had to wade through to reach the door. My right hand, the one with the tremor, rested on the table, fingers twitching against the grain of the wood. It was a degenerative...
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