The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Thomas woke with the taste of iron and old dust on his tongue, the dream still clinging to his skin like wet wool. In the dream, he had been running across a plain of white ash, his feet sinking deeper with every step, the sky above him a bruised purple that bled into the horizon. He had been chasing a sound, a rhythmic thumping like a giant heart beating out of time, and in his hands he had...

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