The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The chandeliers of Aethelgard hung from the ceiling of the sky, suspended by cables of braided steel that hummed with the low, persistent vibration of the levitation engines far below. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the banquet hall, his uniform pressed to a severity that belied the sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes fixed on the crystal goblet in his hand. He was forty-two...

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