The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain falls on the iron rails. You hear it. It is a sound like bone breaking against stone. You are walking. You have always been walking. The road is long and wet. Your boots are heavy. They are leather. They are worn. You carry a rifle. It is old. It is yours. The barrel is cold against your cheek. You do not feel the cold. You only feel the weight. It anchors you to the earth. The town is...

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