The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The gate was broken. I stood before it. Rain slicked the cobblestones. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. I held the sword. It was heavy. A relic. A path. A boundary. I was the King’s Guard. Or so the men said. They looked at me with fear. And hunger. I am old now. Or perhaps I am young. Time is a blur. I remember the weight. The cold. The hunger in my belly. It gnawed. Like a rat. I did not...

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