The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud at the border crossing was not merely wet; it was a thick, sucking slurry that seemed designed to pull the life out of anyone foolish enough to cross it. Elara Vane stood with her boots sunk to the ankle, the freezing rain plastering her hair to her skull, while she scrubbed at the dark stain on the sleeve of her mother’s velvet coat with a rag that was already stiff with dried blood....

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