The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain slicks the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning them into dark mirrors that reflect the gaslight. You stand before the gate of the Magistrate’s estate, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword. The leather is worn smooth, faded by years of service and sweat. It is a familiar weight, the only true thing in a world that has grown thin and strange. You are Elias Thorne, and you...

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