The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The lantern hung by the door. It was old brass. The glass was cracked. Inside, a wick burned. It smelled of tallow. It smelled of dust. It smelled of home. Elias stood in the alley. Rain slicked the cobblestones. The city of Aethelgard was vast. It was stone and shadow. It was cold. It was hungry. Elias was cold. He was hungry. He held a staff. The wood was ash. It was smooth. He had carried it...

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