The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain does not fall. It seeps. It climbs up the cobblestones of the old city, a cold, gray tide that swallows the soles of your boots. You stand alone at the edge of the market square, the weight of your armor pressing against your shoulders like a second skin. You are the Warden. You are the law. And you are tired. The city is ancient, its stones worn smooth by centuries of footsteps that...

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