The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The quill dips. The ink does not flow. You look down, and your shadow is not flat. It stands. A pale, translucent hand rises from the floor, mirroring your movement with a half-second delay. You are Elias, a scribe in the Kingdom of Aethelgard, and you are thirty years old. Your mother is dying in the capital infirmary, her lungs filled with the dust of the mills, her debts a mountain of paper...

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