The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain hit the tin roof in a rhythm that sounded like bones breaking. Silas stood by the door. He did not look at the man inside. He looked at his boots. They were wet. The leather had swollen and split. Inside, his toes ached with a dull, persistent throb. He was a soldier. Or he had been. The war had ended years ago, in a trench that smelled of mud and rot, but the uniform had stayed. The...

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