The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog does not roll in so much as it breathes out, a thick, copper-tasting exhalation that swallows the market stalls one by one, erasing the distance between you and the baker’s stall until the world is nothing but gray silence and the smell of old blood. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a border warden whose uniform was stripped from your body by Guild clerks three days ago,...

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