The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron gate of the Blackwood Asylum for the Insane did not creak so much as it groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the earth, a sound that had been worn smooth by decades of rust and the ceaseless, indifferent passage of time, and as I stood there in the sleet, my uniform soaked through to the skin and the cold biting into the marrow of my bones, I...

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