The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain hit the asphalt in a steady, gray sheet. Elias stood in the center of the intersection, his back to the flow of traffic. His shoulder blade throbbed. It was a deep, structural pain. The kind that lived in the bone. He held his arm at his side. The jacket sleeve was soaked through. Dark red stains bloomed at the elbow. He did not look down. He looked at the woman standing ten feet away....

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