The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"You held the line." The voice was soft. It came from the dark corner of the barn where the hay bales had been stacked in neat, decaying rows. I did not turn around. I kept my eyes on the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light that pierced the roof. "Did I?" I asked. My voice sounded hollow. It sounded like mine, but it was a stranger’s voice. A voice that had not spoken in years....

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