The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the chapel of Saint Jude did not smell of incense or old stone, but of wet iron and the cloying, sweet rot of lilies that had been forced to bloom out of season, a scent that clung to Elara’s clothes like a second skin, heavier and more suffocating than the wool of her gown. She stood in the shadows of the nave, her back pressed against the cold pillar, listening to the breath of the...

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