The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Aldric’s hand shook as he lifted the shield from the straw pallet, the iron cold against his palm yet burning beneath the skin. He was forty years old, a knight in the service of the Crown, and he had been dead for six years in every dream. The sigil on the face of the shield, a spiraling glyph of pale light, pulsed with a heat that matched the lie in his throat. He needed to reach the High...

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