The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain does not fall here. It hammers. It strikes the corrugated tin roof of the wagon with the rhythmic violence of a drum solo played by a madman, a sound that has become so constant in your ears that it no longer registers as noise, but as a physical weight pressing against your temples. You are sitting on the edge of the narrow cot, your back against the splintered wood, watching the...

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