The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The quill felt heavier than it had the morning I bought it, a dense, iron-weighted thing that seemed to drag my hand down toward the parchment with a gravity all its own. I was holding it at the grand banquet, the air thick with the smell of roasted boar and the cloying sweetness of overripe pears, the King’s courtiers laughing in clusters that looked like birds huddled against the wind. I was...

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