The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tower fell. Not all at once. Stone by stone. Dust by dust. Silence by silence. Edmund stood at the base. He watched it crumble. He was the master. The architect. The keeper. The lie. The wind howled. It tore at his cloak. It pulled at his hair. He did not blink. He did not breathe. He only watched. The tower was his body. He knew this. He had always known. The stones were his bones. The...

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