The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the valley did not wash things clean; it merely made the mud heavier, turning the red earth into a viscous paste that clung to the soles of your boots and the hem of your cloak. You stood at the edge of the King’s Garrison, a fortress of grey stone that seemed less like a place of order and more like a tumor growing out of the landscape. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of...

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