The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a hammer strike across the banquet hall. Duke Valerius did not look up from his plate of roasted pheasant. He merely raised a hand, a gesture so slight it might have been a shiver, and the room fell silent. The air in the Great Hall was thick with the smoke of tallow candles and the damp, metallic scent of the autumn rain that had...

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