The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the stone walls of the keep, a thin, constant weeping that blurred the line between the interior and the world outside. Sir Aldric sat alone in the highest tower, his back to the window. He did not look at the storm. He looked at his hands. They were still, but they trembled with a fine, high-frequency vibration, like a plucked wire. In his...

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