The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The city breathed with a stale, copper taste. It was a place of stone and shadow, where the cobblestones slicked with rain reflected the weak, sickly glow of the oil lamps. I walked the perimeter of the Ward, my boots heavy against the wet flagstones. The air was thick, not just with the damp, but with a silence that felt pressed against my eardrums. I was a guard. I wore the grey wool tunic of...

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