The Pale Circus
Chapter One The debt does not forgive the man who owes it, it simply waits for the younger brother to inherit the weight. I stood in the square of the lakeside parish, the rain slicking the cobblestones until they reflected the grey sky like a broken mirror, and clutched the iron key to the Pale Circus in my hand, its cold weight a familiar anchor against my palm. My name is Tyyne Lehtonen, and...
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