The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The nib of the quill was chipped, a small fracture in the iron point that Elias Thorne had failed to file down despite the urgency of the task, and he held it suspended over the parchment with a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold. He was forty-two years old, an itinerant scribe who had spent the last decade perfecting the art of making ink look like truth, and currently, his hands were...

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