The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud in the arena was thick with blood and rain, a slurry that sucked at the boots of the guards and the hooves of the stallion. Kaelen stood at the center of the ring, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps, his hands slick with the sweat of his own terror and the dried gore of the beast he had just subdued. He was young, barely sixteen, with the lean, wiry frame of a horse thief rather...

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