The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall smelled of wet wool and old stone. It was a place built for giants, yet now it held only the breath of the few who remained. High above, the vaulted ceiling lost itself in shadow, a cavern of darkness where the light from the tallow candles could not reach. Below, the floor was a patchwork of worn flagstones, slick with condensation that beaded on the ancient masonry. Elias stood in...

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