The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The chain is cold. It is heavier than you remember. You stand in the center of the arena, the dust settling around your boots like grey snow. The crowd is a wall of faces. They do not speak. They do not breathe. They simply look. You look at the chain in your hands. It is iron. It is your hand. It is your leg. It is the only thing that is real. You are Thomas Bradshaw. Or so the bards say. You...

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