The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of iron and wet stone. Elias stood at the threshold of the blackened house. His coat was thin. The wind cut through it, finding the hollows of his ribs. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to shiver. Behind him, in the sputtering light of the streetlamp, stood Julian. "Are you coming, Elias?" Julian’s voice was high. It vibrated like a plucked...

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