The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall smelled of rust and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat before he even stepped across the threshold. He stood in the center of the stone floor, his lute case clutched to his chest like a shield, while the shadows of the courtiers stretched unnaturally long across the walls, bending around the pillars as if the light itself were afraid to touch them. Lord...

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