The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The count of hours was always the first thing. Fourteen hours at the desk, the ink mixing, the parchment smoothing. Elias counted them in his head, a dull rhythm against the throbbing in his temples. He was twelve years old, and his hands were already stained black to the knuckles, a permanent map of his labor. The Guild Master’s seal was not a symbol of honor; it was a currency. It was the...

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