The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The year was 1240, and the wind that screamed through the broken ribs of the Abbey of St. Jude carried the scent of ozone and wet rot, a perfume that clung to Sir Aldric’s cloak like a second skin. He stood at the threshold of the nave, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier with every step, driven by a desperate, hollow need to retrieve the shattered fragments of the Pale...

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