The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bone mask was cold in your left hand, heavier than a man’s skull should be, and it hummed against your palm like a plucked string. You are Elias Thorne, scribe to the Crown, and you have thirty days until the winter solstice to pay the Guild’s debt, a sum your father left behind in ink-stained ledgers and unpaid rent. The Guildmaster, Aldric Vane, does not care for your excuses. He cares...

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