The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray mist that turned the iron spikes of the frontier fence into jagged teeth biting into the sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his boots sinking with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to pull the warmth from his bones. He was a large man, broad-shouldered and slow-moving, but in the chaos of the skirmish, his...

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