The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The winter came hard. It froze the moat. It killed the ivy. Elias stood by the window. He was a small man. His hands shook. He held a cup of water. It was cold. The glass sweated in his grip. Outside, the snow fell. It was thick. It was white. It covered the black earth. It covered the dead. Elias was a prisoner. Not of stone. Not of iron. Of guilt. He had a crown. It was heavy. It was gold. It...

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