The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud in the valley of Aethelgard did not dry; it fermented. It was a thick, black slurry that swallowed boots and swallowed men alike, a physical manifestation of the rot that had settled into the bones of the village. Kaelen Ashworth, a warden of the local militia and a man whose face had been carved by thirty years of squinting into fog, stood at the edge of the tree line, his breath...

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