The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The heavy oak door of the High Court of Justices creaks open not with a dramatic groan but with a silent, sucking breath of stale air, and you stand in the center of the vast, vaulted chamber, your hand resting upon the hilt of a sword that has not tasted blood in three years, the steel cold and familiar against your palm like a second skin. The room is a cavern of shadows and dust motes...

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