The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening under the chandelier’s glare, but Elias Thorne’s hands had already begun to tremble, a fine, persistent vibration that traveled from his fingertips to his elbows. He stood in the antechamber of the High Chancellor, a room that smelled of beeswax and cold iron, while the man behind the mahogany desk did not look up from his ledger. "The debt is...

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