The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wine was thick, cloying, and the smell of roasted boar hung heavy in the air of Lord Corvin’s great hall. Elias stood by the hearth, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the phantom ache of a bruise forming on his own forearm that wasn’t there. He felt the rot in the lord’s lungs before the man coughed, a wet, rattling sound that turned the festive chatter into a dull, distant hum....

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