The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sky splits. Not with lightning. With sound. A low hum. Then a roar. You are on the train. The iron beast shakes. Steam hisses from the wheels. The year is 1904. You are a soldier. Your uniform is grey. Dust coats your face. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady. You do not fear. Fear is for those who do not know their duty. The train stops. Sudden. Violent. Smoke fills the...

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