The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The leather of my gauntlet had long since worn thin at the knuckles, exposing the pale, scarred skin beneath to the biting chill of the morning. I stood in the center of the square, a place of cobblestones and dust where the shadows of the city’s ancient spires stretched like long, gray fingers across the ground. In my hand, I held the Astrolabe of St. Jude. It was not a large instrument, no...

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