The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You wear the red coat. It is heavy. The wool is coarse. It smells of damp earth and old blood. You do not choose it. It is there. You put it on. The buttons are cold. They bite your fingers. The house is burning. Not much yet. Just the eaves. Just the roof. The flames are low. They lick the shingles. They are hungry. They are quiet. You stand in the yard. The grass is wet. It freezes on your...

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