The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wagon wheels bit into the packed mud of the Royal Causeway with a rhythmic, grinding shriek that sounded less like travel and more like the slow exhalation of a dying beast, carrying Elias Vane toward the obsidian gates of the Citadel of Aethelgard, where the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a bad dream...

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