The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink is black. It is dry. You sit in the cart. The wheels shake. The road is dirt. It is red. The sky is gray. You are an exile. You are a scribe. You carry the ledger. The ledger is your life. The village is below. It is called Oakhaven. The trees are bare. The air smells of woodsmoke. And fear. You see the watchtower. The guards stand there. They are young. They look tired. They look...

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