The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tower burned. It rose from the plaza like a spine of white stone. Then it cracked. Smoke poured from the windows. It was thick and gray. It tasted like ash. It tasted like old wool. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the square. He held his rifle. His hands were steady. His heart was not. He looked up. The fire was eating the crown of the building. The building was the seat of the Council. It...

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