The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Who is to blame when the water rises? Emiko Sasaki stood on the wet cobblestones of the canal bank, the rain slicking her dark hair against her neck. She held her father’s lacquer fan, now snapped in two, the wood splintered and weeping dark resin. The smell of wet stone and rotting grain hung heavy in the air, a scent that had defined the last three months in Kurogane. Below her, the smaller...

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