The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the keep’s courtyard and turned the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors. I stood alone on the high balcony, the wind tearing at the hem of my cloak, feeling the cold seep through the leather of my breastplate until it felt less like armor and more like a cage. My hands were steady, though they should...

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