The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The stone was warm. That was the first wrong thing. Kaelen pressed his palm against the cold gray lip of the rotunda, expecting the bite of winter, the damp chill of the year 1347, but the rock radiated a low, feverish heat, like a living thing breathing under the skin of the earth. He stood alone in the center of the Pale Circus, the great amphitheater that sat in the shadow of the Iron...

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