The Pale Circus
The hall smelled of roasting lamb and wet wool. Lanterns swayed from the high beams, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls. Eleanor stood near the back. She wore the roughspun dress of a commoner. Her hair was pinned back, tight and dull. Around her, the knights laughed. They drank deep from silver cups. Their armor clanked with every shift of weight. The air was thick with...
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