The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began with the smell of wet iron. It was a cold, metallic tang that coated the back of Aldric’s throat. He stood in the Hall of Whispers, a vaulted chamber of black stone where the air hung still and heavy. The King sat upon a throne carved from a single piece of obsidian. He did not look up. He never looked up. He was reading a ledger. The ink glistened on the parchment. It was...

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