The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and old blood. Arthur was standing in a field of tall, pale grass. The sky above was a bruised purple, heavy and still. He wore a coat. It was a long coat, gray as ash, with a collar that stood up high to protect his neck from the wind. The fabric was thick, coarse, and worn thin at the elbows. It had seen many winters. It had seen many roads. It was...

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