The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The blade was heavy in your hand, cold iron against the damp wool of your glove. You stood at the entrance of the tent, the canvas flapping in a wind that seemed to come from inside. "Is she in there?" you asked. The wind stopped. The flapping ceased. Silence, thick as mud, filled the yard. You were Elias Thorne, Royal Investigator, and you had come to kill a ghost. Or so you had told the King....

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