The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the muddy tracks of the old highway into a slurry of brown paste that sucked at the boots of those who walked it. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the clearing, his back to the wind, watching the water pool in the hollows of the earth. He was a man of forty winters, though the lines around his mouth suggested he had seen half again that...

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