The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the Grand Hall of the Obsidian Tents did not smell of sawdust or horse sweat, but of ozone and burnt copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat as he stepped onto the raised platform, his boots clicking sharply against the polished black floor that seemed to absorb the light from the hanging gas lamps rather than reflect it, leaving the vast space...

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