The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old watchtower into a slick, treacherous mirror of the grey sky above, and within the damp, stone-walled office of the Wardens of the North, the air hung heavy with the smell of wet wool, stale pipe smoke, and the slow, inevitable decay of a body that had forgotten how to breathe, as Silas Vance sat in the corner of the...

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