The Pale Circus
Chapter One In the valley of Aethelgard, the mist did not merely obscure the world; it weighed upon it, a physical dampness that settled into the joints and the ledgers alike. Khalid Idris, warden of the Pale Circus, stood before the iron cage that dominated the center of the courtyard, his breath visible in the cold air, watching the white stag that had occupied the enclosure for twelve years....
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