The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The coat hung on the nail. It was grey. Wool, thick and matted. It had been there for days. I touched the lapel. It was dry. The wind outside howled. It sounded like a dog. Or a man. I did not know which. I was a seeker. I looked for the truth. The truth wore many faces. This one wore wool. My name is Elias. I walk the roads. The roads are old. They crack under my boots. The year is one of...

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