The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall is dark. The candles burn low. You sit at the long table. The wood is cold. The air is thick. It smells of wax and sweat. You are a knight. You wear your mail. It weighs on you. It is heavy. It is iron. It is your skin. You do not move. You listen. The silence is loud. It presses against your ears. Your father is here. He sits at the head. He is old. His face is a map of lines. His...

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