The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog rolled in from the harbor. It tasted of rust and salt. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold. His breath made a small cloud. It vanished quickly. Outside, the streetlamps buzzed. They were dying one by one. The town of Oakhaven was sleeping. Or pretending to. Elias looked at his hands. They were rough. They were stained with ink. He was a clerk. He worked for the mill. The mill...

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