The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the scent of ozone and rot. I read it three times, my fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer weight of the paper, a heavy cardstock that felt like lead in my hand. It was from the Duke’s office, dated three days ago, but the postmark was from yesterday, a bureaucratic error that now felt like a personal...

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