The Pale Circus
"Move, Captain. The gate is sealed." The shutter banged against the corrugated iron, a rhythmic thud that shook the dust from the rafters of the funeral home parlor. Zuraida Santoso stood in the mud of the courtyard, her sword drawn against the Duke’s guards. She wanted to reach the inner sanctum to deliver a forged pardon to her husband, who was being executed for treason. The Duke’s...
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