The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The blade in Sir Kaelen’s hand was not steel, but a shard of frozen night, and it hummed against the silence of the throne room. He was thirty years old, a knight of the Pale Order, and for ten years he had served a duty that felt less like service and more like a chain forged from bone. The Ink was on his skin, a dark, script-like tattoo that writhed whenever he deviated from the King’s will....

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