The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wax seal on the parchment was red, cracked like dried blood, and it smelled of iron and old smoke. You held it in your hands, the paper brittle against your palms, knowing that this single sheet was the only thing standing between your father and the noose the Iron Magistrate had woven for him. You were Elias Thorne, a warden of the old forest laws, and you had forty-two years of service...

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