The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The Duke’s shadow wore my sister’s face. I saw it before I saw the Duke. It stood in the corner of the vault, a dark, fluid shape that did not match the posture of the man behind it. It mimicked me. It mimicked my grip on my sword hilt, my tight jaw, the way I held my breath. I am Silas. I am thirty-two. I am a royal guard, and I have come to steal the silver clasp of my sister, Elara. It is...

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