The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud was deep. It sucked at his boots. Cael pulled the heavy iron gate open. It groaned. The sound was wet. Like a throat clearing. He stepped onto the cobblestones. They were slick. His reflection stared up. Pale. Thin. Tired. He walked toward the square. The town of Oakhaven slept. Rain drummed on the slate roofs. The air smelled of wet wool and old stone. Cael was the Warden. He carried...

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