The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ballroom of the Ironworks Hall smelled of stale coal smoke and expensive perfume, a scent that clung to the velvet curtains and the polished mahogany floors. It was a night of excess, of clinking crystal and whispered alliances, where the air itself seemed thick with the weight of unspoken agreements. At the center of this gilded cage stood Arthur Pendelton, a man whose uniform was pressed...

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