The bells tolled above Ashcroft, announcing the night's entertainment.
The smell of iron never left the Bloodpit. It clung to stone, to the sand, to the air itself. Junia Carriven sat stiff-backed in the Carriven box, no better than a gilded cage with its black iron latticework carved with...
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