The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall of the High Court was not silent, but the silence that pressed against Sir Aldric’s eardrums was heavier than the roar of the crowd, a vacuum that sucked the air from his lungs as he stood before the dais. He was forty years old, a man carved from the same hard granite as the Iron Guard, and he had ridden for three days without sleep to stand there, his armor dented and his voice raw,...

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