The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain lashed against the high, barred windows of the Blackwood Penitentiary, a relentless drumming that mirrored the hollow ache in my chest. I stood before the mirror in my quarters, adjusting the tie that had once signified my authority, now feeling only the weight of the wool against my throat. Elara was waiting for me in the infirmary, her breath a shallow rattle in the quiet of her...

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