The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The blade was cold. Not the biting chill of winter iron, but a deep, hollow frost that seeped through the leather grip and into the bone of Sir Aldric’s hand. He stood in the center of the throne room, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the figure bound in chains before the dais. Kael, the sorcerer, sat with his head bowed, his wrists locked in iron that seemed to drink the light from the...

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