The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain on the highway was not water, but a fine, gray mist that seemed to hang in the air like the breath of the dying. Elias drove with his hands steady at ten and two, though the steering wheel felt slick and alien under his palms. He had been driving for three days without stopping, a continuous blur of neon signs and sleeping trucks, his body a hollow vessel rattling over the asphalt. In...

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