The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in the courtyard of the Ashworth estate did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil that smudged the world into a watercolor of slate and moss. Elias stood by the iron gate, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword he had not used in ten years. He was a clerk by trade, a man of ink-stained fingers and a quiet spine, but here, in the shadow of the old keep, he felt the...

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