The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud of the siege trench was cold enough to seep into the marrow, a dampness that no amount of prayer could dry. Captain Elias Thorne stood with his back against the rotting wood of the palisade, his left hand trembling not from fear, but from the necrotic ache of a wound that refused to close. He was thirty-two years old, a veteran of the border wars, yet he felt as frail as a boy, his skin...

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