The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Act I "You’re not going to burn, are you?" Lester Roudebush didn’t answer. He held his hand over the table, palm down, fingers spread. The wax stamp sat in the center, a pale disc of tallow that looked like a piece of bone. The light in the Guild Hall was gray and flat, coming from high windows that were never cleaned. Kael, the Master of the Guild, leaned back in his chair. He was a withered...

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