The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink is already drying on the parchment when you feel the weight of the quill in your hand, a splinter of black wood that feels less like a writing instrument and more like a bone pressed against your palm. You are in the scriptorium, a windowless room deep within the belly of the Abbey of Saint Jude, where the air is thick with the smell of oak gall and the damp, rotting earth that seeps up...

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