The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The summons came at dawn, carried by a boy who smelled of wet wool and horse dung, his voice cracking as he bellowed my name into the cold air of the alleyway where I slept. Elias Thorne, the boy shouted, the Guild Council requires your presence before the hour of high noon. I stood, my knees protesting the damp stone, and looked at the letter in his hand, the wax seal broken and bleeding red...

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