The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones of the courtyard slick and dark as wet slate, but the air still held the metallic taste of the iron gates we had just passed through. I stood there, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that had settled between my brother and me. Julian had not looked at me since we crossed the threshold of the King’s hall. He...

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