The Pale Circus
Chapter One "You cannot keep her, Abu Yusuf. The contract is void." Omar Idris stood in the rain-slicked square of the mandate-era city, his boots heavy with the mud of the ancient irrigation channels. The air was thick, not with humidity, but with the weight of debts that whispered from the shadows. The Guild Master, a man whose face was half-consumed by the dark, did not look up from his...
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