The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fire roared. It ate the oak beams. It kissed the velvet drapes. Edric stood in the center of the hall. He did not run. He could not run. His legs were wood. His mind was ice. The wine flowed. Red as blood. Sweet as sin. The lords laughed. Their bellies shook. Their gold rings clicked. Edric watched. He counted the seconds. One. Two. Three. The heat rose. It pressed against his skin. He...

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