The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung. It was a gray, heavy curtain over the marshlands, turning the world into a blur of mud and mist. I stood with my back against the wet bark of an oak. My hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the first thing they taught us in the guardhouse, before the swords, before the drills. Stillness. If the hand shakes, the man dies. "You are early,"...

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