The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"Stop." Maren did not raise her voice. She did not need to. The air in the cottage felt thick, heavy with the scent of dried lavender and old dust. It was a smell that lived in the walls, in the floorboards, in the bones of the house itself. The man stood by the hearth. He was tall, dressed in the traveling clothes of a magistrate’s clerk, though his boots were caked in the red clay of the...

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