The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the world into a smear of wet stone and mud. I sat in the corner of the garrison’s common room, the heavy oak table before me stained with old wine and newer blood, my hands resting on the hilt of my sword. It was a simple blade, forged in the highlands, but to me, it felt like an extension of my own nervous...

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