The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron gate of the Keep was rusted to the color of dried blood, a stain that had not faded in three hundred years. I stood before it, my hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than stone, heavier than the silence that pressed against my eardrums. The air tasted of wet ash and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I was Caelen of the Northern Reach, and...

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