The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain tastes of iron. You know this. You have been tasting it for three days, or perhaps three centuries. Time here is a loose thread, pulled taut by the will of the magistrate. You stand in the mud of the King’s Hollow, a place that exists only between breaths. The air is thick, wet, and heavy with the scent of wet wool and old blood. This is the realm of the Pale Circus. It is not a tent...

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