The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink was still wet. Elara stared at the parchment. The letters bled. Black veins spread through the white skin of the paper. It was a contract. Or a curse. The words were dense. Technical. Legal. *Obligation. Indenture. Service.* She held the quill. Her hand trembled. A single drop of ink fell. It hit the floor. A black star. The room was cold. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced...

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