The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"Look at it," Silas said. His voice was low. A rasp. Like sand on glass. He held the object up. It was a ring. Simple. Gold. But not just gold. It was made of letters. Tiny. Sharp. Words woven into the metal. A text. A seal. Eleanor saw it. She did not look at him. She looked at the ring. Her breath caught. A short, sharp intake. She knew it. She knew the shape of the words. She had seen them...

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