The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not fall; it hung, a grey veil of mist that smelled of wet iron and old rot. You walked with your boots caked in the red clay of the lower marches, the weight of your sword pulling at your left shoulder, a familiar ache that had become the second heartbeat of your body. You were a man of the Crown, a shield-bearer to the High Duke, yet here you were,...

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