The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The feast was a cacophony of iron clinking against stone and the wet, tearing sound of meat being pulled from the bone, yet I sat in the corner, untouched, watching the candlelight tremble against the high, vaulted ceiling of the keep, a place that smelled of stale sweat, roasted pork, and the heavy, suffocating scent of old blood that had seeped into the very mortar of the walls. We were the...

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