The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron gate of the citadel shudders under the weight of the ram, a low, groaning thrum that you feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears, and you are there, standing in the center of the courtyard, your hands still slick with the cold sweat of the last hour’s vigil, watching the wood splinter with a violence that feels personal, as if the fortress itself is breaking its own bones...

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