The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell in sheets of grey slush, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror of misery. Elias walked with his head down, his shoulders hunched against the cold, clutching a leather satchel that felt heavier with every step. Inside, wrapped in oiled silk, lay the artifact. It was a mirror, but not a glass one. It was a disc of polished obsidian, rimmed with silver wire that...

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