The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The High Chancellor’s smile did not reach his eyes, a thin, practiced curve that seemed to belong to a mask rather than a man. Elias Thorne stood before the desk, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had followed his demand. He was forty years old, a man whose life had been measured in ink and parchment, and he had just watched the machinery...

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