The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began not with light, but with the weight of a shield, a cold iron circle pressing against the breastplate of Sir Julian Thorne as he stood in the center of a square that was not a square, but a perfect, terrible void of cobblestones stretching into a fog so thick it tasted of rust and old wine. In this dream, which persisted with the stubbornness of a fever, there was no sun, only a...

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