The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tuning peg of the lute snapped in your fingers, a sharp, dry crack that echoed in the hollow of your throat, and you stared at the broken string dangling like a severed nerve against the dark wood of the instrument. You were thirty-two years old, Elara, and you had walked for six weeks through the mist-shrouded kingdom of Aethelgard, your boots worn through to the sole, your purse light...

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