The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog does not lift. It thickens. It presses against your face like a cold, wet cloth. You are walking through the town of Ironhaven, but it is not the Ironhaven you know. The cobblestones are slick with a substance that glows faintly blue. The gas lamps flicker, but they do not burn oil. They burn something else. Something silent. You hold the lantern in your hand. It is heavy. The brass is...

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