The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The carriage wheels grind against the cobblestones of the old capital, a sound like the teeth of a dying god grinding its own bone, and you sit in the back with your hands folded in your lap, watching the dust settle on the velvet upholstery, a velvet that has seen better centuries and perhaps worse, though you cannot remember which, for the fog of the city is thick and it tastes of iron and...

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