The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wax was already cracking under the weight of my fist. I stood in the mud of the gatehouse, rain slicking my hair against my forehead, the sealed writ clutched tight in my left hand. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man who had spent two decades keeping the peace in the city of Oakhaven, and I had one job to do before the sun rose. I had to deliver the King’s command to Duke Aldric...

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