The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain slicks the cobblestones. You walk. The mud bites. Your boots are heavy. The road is long. You carry the house on your back. It is not a metaphor. The stone walls breathe. The timber frame creaks. The roof tiles shingle against the wind. You have carried it for thirty years. It is small. A cottage. One room. A hearth. A bed. A table. You are Thomas. You are the keeper. The world calls...

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