The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink on the parchment was not black, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse under the flickering tallow light. I watched the letter dissolve into the air, the symbols unraveling like smoke from a extinguished candle, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and old paper. This was the final page of the Codex, the text that had bound our village to the shadow of the King’s Court for three...

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