The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The leather of the manacles bit into my wrists as I dragged Kael across the cobblestones of Oria, the cold stone grinding against the soles of my boots. I wanted only to finish this, to walk into the Magistrate’s office by dawn, sign the parchment, and collect the pension that would let me retire to the salt air of the coast. I had served twenty years on the border, my knees stiff from the...

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