The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tower stood. It did not sway. It did not breathe. It was a column of pale stone, rising from the mud of the valley floor like a finger pointing at the indifferent sky. Elias sat at its base. He held the chisel. He held the hammer. His hands were steady. They had always been steady. The war had taken his brother. The war had taken his left ear. The war had taken the sound of the world,...

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