The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The road is not a road. It is a ribbon of white dust stretched across the ribs of the world, and you are walking it. You are walking it because you are hungry, and the hunger is a living thing, a small, sharp bird pecking at the inside of your ribs. You are Thomas, or you were Thomas, a man who once sat in a cubicle and smelled of ink and stale coffee. Now you are just legs and a back, and the...

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