The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the keep, a relentless drumming that seemed to sync with the hammering of my own heart. I stood before the oak door of the Duke’s private study, my hand hovering over the iron latch, listening to the silence within that was louder than the storm outside. I was Thomas, a scribe of thirty years, bound by a debt that had swallowed my family’s...

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