The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The candle burned low, its flame trembling in the draft that seeped through the cracked stone of the courtyard wall, and Sir Kaelen counted the hours by the slow drip of condensation from the iron hooks above his head. It was the third night in the year of our Lord 1342, and the damp had settled into his bones, a cold weight that made his joints ache with a dull, persistent throb. He stood...

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