The Pale Circus
The mud sucks at your boots. It is thick. It is black. You feel it pull. You do not fight it. You are tired. Your name is Thomas. You are a clerk. You are no longer a clerk. You are a man walking into a house that has no door. The house is old. It is stone. It is gray. The sky is gray. The air smells of rain and rot. You are walking toward the fire. The fire is small. The fire is blue. You have...
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