The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fire in the hearth roared like a beast waking from a long sleep. Sparks flew upward, catching the dark rafters of the great hall. It was a feast. Or so the lords said. They sat at the long table, their hands red with wine, their faces swollen with greed. But to Elias, it smelled only of ash. Elias stood in the corner. He was not a man. Or rather, he was a man, but the kind they called a...

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