The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne, you dog, stop staring at that glass and haul the coal. The words came from Master Aldric, the village blacksmith, his voice low and rough with the soot that coated the back of his throat, and you did not move, because the object in your hand was no longer merely a piece of silvered glass but a weight that seemed to pull your arm down toward the earth, a cracked mirror that had belonged...

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