The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The feast had been going on for three days, a relentless, sweating torrent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the low, thrumming vibration of lutes that seemed to bleed directly into the marrow of the gathered men, a celebration of the fall of the border fort that had been fought so hard and held so briefly, a night where the air was thick with the cloying scent of rosewater and old blood and...

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