The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell did not ring. That was the first wrong thing. It hung from the iron beam in the center of the guild hall, a heavy disc of bronze that had summoned apprentices for forty years, and it was silent. We stood in the circle, twenty of us, our hands bound in leather straps that smelled of tallow and old sweat. The air was thick with the dust of the mill above us, a brown haze that turned the...

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