The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain falls like a verdict. It slicks the cobblestones of the high pass, turning the ancient stones into mirrors that reflect nothing but your own hollow face. You are the Warden. You wear the grey wool, damp and heavy, clinging to your shoulders like a shroud. In your left hand, you hold the Lantern of Oath. It is not a light that burns with oil or flame. It is a cold, pale luminescence,...

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