The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The road was white with ash. It stretched like a scar across the valley, leading to the keep. Elias walked it. His boots were worn thin. The leather cracked with every step. He carried no sword. He carried only his name. The wind blew cold. It bit at his cheeks. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to fear. The keep stood on the hill. It was old stone. Grey and silent. Smoke rose from the...

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