The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"You’re holding it wrong," said the boy. His voice was thin, scraped raw by the dry wind that swept across the grey fields. He stood before the towering figure of Sir Julian, a man whose armor had once gleamed like polished silver but now was caked in the dust of a decade’s wandering. Julian looked down. In his hands, he held a loaf of bread. It was white, impossibly soft, and smelled of yeast...

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