The Pale Circus
I My hands are shaking, and the ink is blurring into a smear of black mud across the parchment. I am Amelie Lambert, the tax collector for the river district, and I have spent twenty years counting the copper coins of the dead and the living alike. The decree in my pocket promises my release, but only if I can name the traitor who poisoned the King’s bloodline. The fever is a cold weight in my...
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