The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ballroom of the Grand Meridian Hotel shimmered with gaslight and dust. It was a place of polished mahogany and heavy velvet, a fortress of comfort built upon the bones of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Elias Thorne stood in the corner, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was more memory than metal. He was a man carved from silence, a survivor of the trenches who had walked...

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