The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. It was a thick, red taste. Not blood, exactly. More like rust. Or the sludge from an old engine. He sat up. The room was cold. The walls were damp. They wept grey tears onto the floorboards. Outside, the wind screamed. It sounded like a man who had forgotten how to speak. Elias touched his jaw. His hand was sticky. He looked at his palm. It was dark....

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