The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The feast was loud, a grinding of teeth and the splash of wine into clay bowls, filling the great hall of the Baron’s manor with a heat that smelled of tallow and sweat. You sat at the edge of the long table, your back against the cold stone wall, your hands folded in your lap. Your hands were the center of the world, or at least they were the center of the room’s attention, for they were bound...

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