The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ledger in my saddlebag weighed four pounds, three ounces, and the cost of my soul. I had counted the coins twice, checking the arithmetic of my ruin against the cold damp that seeped through my gambeson. It was a heavy thing, a debt paid in blood and years, and I carried it toward the mist like a man carrying his own coffin. The fog here did not sit; it moved, a slow, gray tide that...

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