The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Ashworth like a curse. It was a cold, gray drizzle that seeped into the bone. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his cloak heavy with water. He watched the town hall. The windows were dark. The shutters were barred. Inside, the magistrates sat. They were judging. They were deciding who would starve and who would eat. Elias had come from the...

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