The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The storm broke the sky at dawn. Rain hammered the tin roof. It shook the walls. Sir Aldric sat in the corner. He did not move. His hand rested on his sword. The blade was dull. The hilt was worn. He was a knight. Or he had been. Now he was only old. His armor hung in the corner. It was rusted. It was heavy. It smelled of iron and sweat. Aldric looked at the bird. It was a wren. Small. Brown....

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