The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Elara. The name was called out by the town crier, a man whose voice cracked like a dry branch snapping under a boot. He stood on the steps of the town hall, pointing a gnarled finger at me as I stepped off the mud-slicked cart, my leather satchel heavy against my hip. I was thirty years old, a surgeon who had walked from the northern marches to the walled town of Oakhaven in the autumn of 1342,...

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