The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain hit the flagstones in a steady, dull rhythm. It was the kind of rain that washed the world clean but did not make it new. It just made it heavier. Warden Thomas Holt stood by the high window of the Great Hall. He looked out at the courtyard. The stone walls of the castle rose on all sides. They were old. They were wet. They were indifferent. A servant entered. He carried a tray. On the...

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