The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The lantern sat on the table. It was brass. It was old. The glass was clouded. It held no flame. It held a secret. I looked at it. It looked back. It did not blink. We were gathered. The hall was full. The air was thick. It smelled of roasts. It smelled of wine. It smelled of fear. The nobles sat at the head. They wore silk. They wore gold. They laughed. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. It...

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