The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The road was red. Wet clay. It sucked at their boots. Elias walked. His head was low. The weight on his back was a cold iron thing. A brand. A letter. Not a letter. A seal. He did not look back. "Keep up, Elias," said Mira. Her voice was light. Too light. Like wind in dry grass. "The sun is up." It was not up. It was a bruise in the sky. Purple. Swollen. "I am keeping up," Elias said. He spat....

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