The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the city of Ostrava was not merely water but a liquid memory, a cold, viscous thing that seeped into the bones and settled in the marrow like a slow-acting poison, blurring the lines between the wet cobblestones and the dry dust of the old world that had existed before the iron gates were sealed. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his hand resting on the pommel...

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