The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The stable hand, Elias Vane, was called by name from the shadows of the tack room, his spine stiffening as the Governor’s voice cut through the smell of damp straw and stale hay. "Vane," Thorne said, the word landing with the weight of a hammer on an anvil, "you will ride in the trial tomorrow, or you will be turned out into the street." Elias did not look up from the bridle he was stitching,...

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