The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The hall stood in the middle of a field that was not a field. It was a stretch of gray, silent earth, devoid of grass or stone, extending to a horizon that shimmered with a thin, oily mist. The structure was massive, a circular arena of pale wood and stretched canvas, but the canvas was not white. It was the color of old bone. It did not flap in the wind, for there was no wind. It hung still,...

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