The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The stew in the iron pot was thick with the scent of rosemary and old blood. I stirred it with a wooden spoon, watching the dark broth swirl in a slow, hypnotic circle, and I thought to myself that if I could just get the flavor right, if I could make the King taste the earth beneath his fingernails, he might let me go. The firelight danced on the high vaulted ceiling of the banquet hall,...

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