The Pale Circus
The first thing Elias noticed was the smell, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat like the residue of a bitten copper coin, and only then did his eyes adjust to the dim, fog-choked interior of the apothecary, where the shelves were lined with jars of grey powder and the air hung heavy with the scent of decay. He stood with his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, a...
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