The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne. The summons came from the Duke’s right hand, a sharp bark that cut through the low hum of the feast hall, and Elias turned on his bench, the wine in his cup sloshing over the rim to stain his sleeve. He was a scribe, thirty years old, with ink permanently trapped in the whorls of his fingerprints and a debt to the moneylenders that grew by the week like mold on bread. He wanted the seal...

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