The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The silk was cold against my neck, a chill that had nothing to do with the drafty room and everything to do with the weight of the names woven into its threads. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the drape of the Pale Veil, watching my own reflection fracture and multiply in the glass until it looked less like a woman and more like a ghost. Julian was in the Debtors’ Bastion, his wrists raw...

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