The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the archive room. Elias Thorne picked up the quill, the weight of the nib heavy in his hand, and paused. He did not sign the document. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew the silver seal. It was tarnished, dark with age, but when his fingers brushed the metal, a faint, rhythmic warmth pulsed...

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