The Pale Circus
The inquiry began not with a question but with a silence so heavy it seemed to press against the eardrums of the great hall, a void where the expected thunder of the Lord High Chancellor’s gavel should have cracked the air, and it was into this suffocating quiet that Sir Elias Thorne stepped forward, his boots scraping a harsh, rhythmic friction against the polished oak floor, the sound of each...
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