The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced against the stone, a grey, relentless mist that turned the castle courtyard into a slick, black mirror. "Do you hear it?" asked Elara, her voice thin and sharp against the damp air. She stood beneath the eaves of the keep, her hood pulled low, though the mud had long since soaked through her cloak. Her brother, Julian, stood a few paces away, his...

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